There's writers block in my urethraA Poem by Baby RicochetI've not been around the WC lately so I gotta dust my skills offI tried to write some fancy verse I couldn't find a rhyme I threw my meter at the cat So now I'm out of time My words they disappeared on me Up in a puff of smoke I screw around with this keyboard and then I start to choke I swear I wrote this all before The lines all look the same How many rhymes can I commit and keep my muse aflame And though I'm good at doing this This rhyming writing shtick It doesn't feed that old bulldog when past due bills are thick The world won't hold her baited breath for my ingenious rhyme I had to go to work today Where I earned every dime Perhaps I'm having writers block Perhaps I'm getting bored No matter how you slice it up My skills can't be ignored So now I wrote another Rhyme to get back in the swing I'll post it on the old cafe Where I can reign as king © 2015 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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Added on April 2, 2015Last Updated on April 3, 2015 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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