A Brain Freeze
Two days have gone by and no new poems
What's happening to this silly old geezer
Am I having one of those damn writer's blocks
Those famous deadly brain freezes
Surely there's a bunch more stuff inside
It just isn't making itself known
Usually I'm a very patient old son of a gun
Hope this old mind hasn't blown
All those poems I had stored up for months
Getting near the end of the pile
Kinda frightened like a little kid, I am
My reputation's gonna be defiled
Think I'll lie down for a couple of days
To let my old bean-o recharge
Then I'll be back to my prolific old self
Sure feel like an absolute retard
They say it can happen to the best of us guys
Thought I was above all that stuff
So much for that “holier than thou” attitude
You guy's have seen through my bluff
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2022
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