I Write Poetry
i suffer from
complete writers block
it seems like everything there is to be said
has already been set to rhyme
war, love, peace, crime
dreams, hope, frozen time
what else is there to say
i mean we've heard it all before
no one wants to hear
another story about a depressed teen
or another poem trying to convince us
to go green
seriously, i mean
has humanity really become that dull
that the only way we can be
entertained is if someones skull
gets bludgeoned
whats wrong with our world
everything worth being said
has already been spoken
huh, i guess
my writers block is broken