Stifled

My girlfriend she tells me “would you like to try again” She knows there’s been a time far better then. And I tell you people it’s just so hard to win; And apparently something bad is wrong with my pen I went to the doctor and told him now doc; I spend all my nights up and watching the clock; He gave me some potions told me to rub her with lotions; He even measured that fish that swam in her ocean; He talked to my woman then gave her some pills; Now like a hand in a spade game the problem is nil. And I’m writing these rhymes while searching my mind; But nothing seems to come like there’s nothing to find. Jokes from the closet on the edges of crass; It’s nature suggestive like a kiss in the grass. So sue me I’m crazy and they say I’m depressed; I say it’s because I’m poor but that’s just a guess.