Artistic Drought

Artistic drought. I parked outside the doctors and slowly went inside the only thing that hurt me was deep inside, my pride. The lady took my details I had alot to tell, the waiting room was busy full of people sick, unwell. I sat on Mr hard chair it stabbed my soft behind I glanced up at the ceiling prayed the doctor to be kind. At last and I was taken, shown through a big oak door, "sit down my friend and tell me which part of you is sore." "Oh Doctor you can help me of that there is no doubt." "What seems to be the trouble?" "I have Artistic Drought." "My God you silly fool you completly waste my time, do you know how much I earn by each hour that is chimned!" "You sit in here and tell me your poetry has dried up!" "Well there"s the door you fool and never mind the buts!" "I specialize in medicine yes that"s my only goal, I don"t deal so much in poetry or matters of the soul." "You need to see a specialist someone with more decorum, I know the very people just try a poetry forum." "They help you once and allways of that there is no doubt, they hand out good advice to help Artistic Drought." and so I set off happy relaxed and not a frown artistic juices flowing..... and you know I think I"ll write this down.