Writers Block

This naked paper glares at me Demanding ink to drink But all I see are vacant lines In my desperate attempt to think I need a word or maybe two To get my ideas flowing So I get a pen and start to write But nothing is worth showing So I scrunch up the paper another round And start all over again And hope that this time my idea Will have a beginning and end After a couple failed attempts to write Words begin to fill the page Its like I’m no longer in control My thoughts are let our of their cage No longer is my paper blank Its pretty filled I’d say With just a few more lines to write I guess im on my way My pen has dominated the page Just like a high school jock I put it down to rest, relieved “there goes my writers block”