Writing

Stare at the screen
My muse is mean

Type on the keys
Beg on my knees

Sit in a chair
The words are not there

A blank notebook page
Fills me with rage

Put down my pen
Again and again

Cotton stuffed head
Nothing but dread

Each second passes
Cleaning my glasses

An inkling of hope
Just call me a dope


Muse in my mind
Decides to be kind

For a sentence or two
But then she is through

All I have done
This is supposed to be fun!