My Desk Drawer

I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme So I try counting backwards just to pass the time Then without a conscious reason except for boredom's reach I open my desk drawer to a mixture of mystique A magnetic magic bracelet used to cure my rheumatism Surrounded now with pins and staples an error in optimism A yellow wooden pencil its rubber now a stub An unused lifetime membership to some forgotten club A mechanical lead pencil with no refills in sight A bottle of used white-out the top cemented tight Post-it notes with messages which I can't understand Telephone numbers without a name not written in my hand Ballpoint pens with dried-up ink no longer do they write A solar-powered calculator gone flat for lack of light Rubber-bands that no longer stretch and little bits of string Two black dice and a deck of cards missing a red king Sun glasses a mini racing car and a worn-out golf shoe cleat A funny little package which reads "Silica Do Not Eat Orange sore-throat soothers now melted to a bar Finger-nail clippers picture hooks and a pick for a guitar A polishing cloth and a lucky charm that never seemed to pay Needle and cotten a used band-aid and a bottle of nasal spray Screw drivers erasers fluro-pens that have gone dry Sticky tape a set of keys and a flashy bright bow-tie This jumble of confusion has failed to solve my plight I'll just keep counting backwards till I find something to write