Thursday, February 16, 2012

Why I Write, Part x+32: Writer's Block

Flushed couplets
That rhyme like sock puppets
Won't get me where I want.

I'm tempted to punt.

Patience is for the meek.
Defeat is for the weak.
I chug Dew 'til I peak,

and Caf-find what I seek.

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