Your New Poet

From the gospel of Woody Harrelson:
"Have you ever read that book
She's just not that into you?"
I come on too strong,
Then I wait too long,
Then try the same again
('Cause what else could I do).
This knocking in my head could use a look.

I know that I wield the poet's power,
But right now I can't feel or touch,
So I do nothing, or say too much,
and you call at the wrong hour,
Want time on the wrong night
Now, when all I want to do is write.
(Dear Muse, your new poet is some kinda dense.
When he's away from his paper, his words don't make sense.)

This has gone on too long.
I'll find the fix in the right song.
Remember to move your head when you sing;
Always enjoy the little things.