A Muse

Just fill out this page of plain A4 I promise that the words will come Any excuse may be mere confusion As writer’s block is just an illusion Speak the words, don’t play dumb There’s everything left to play for I am a different kind of inspiration The heavy hand often does just fine No faffing around, saying your tired Just get with it and be tightly wired Find satisfaction squeezing every line I don’t accept dither or obfuscation The words are in there, as we know They need teasing out one by one Maybe you could even start a flood You are a writer, it’s in your blood So finish this work and you are done Until the next time it doesn’t flow