Writers Block

Writers block

I'm writing this piece of literature

Because I can't think of anything else

My mind is a blank

I've already wrote what i felt

I've went through all types of wisdom

Spirit, sex and love

Happiness and women

My guitar and selling drugs

Trying to write with meaning

Talk some sense to the unjust

Maybe i can make a difference

And put an end to all the fuss

I need some inspiration

Where the Fuck is my muse

I'm completely lost without her

And without her I'm confused

This poem is going nowhere

So after this stanza im going to stop

And this is the result

Of a poet with writer's block