My oh my! Look at that clock,

And not one word written.

I think I got that writer’s block.

So much material, so much time to kill,

I may not write anything, or maybe I will.

I could write about Trump or maybe ISIS,

Maybe I’ll write about the homeless crisis.

People ask me why it is taking so long,

And I keep singing the same old song.

My oh my! Look at the time!

Writer’s block should be a crime,

Walking around with my face in a frown.

Just gotta learn to write stuff down.

I think I just found a cure-all,

As soon as I can get my hands on a wrecking ball!