Haven't posted in the forum in a cool minute...just wrote this one a few minutes ago so here it goes...for those of you that keep up with my xanga, y'all know who I wrote this about 8)
WRITER'S BLOCK
When presented with the concept of writer's block
I sat and listened to you talk
Of lovely things and hope-filled springs
Then I started to gain ideas
Thoughts began to fill my melon-head
Thoughts of writer's block long ****
As I listened to you go on and on and on
About how the **** from down the hall gave your roomate head
And then the convo thickened up
Like a Fatburger milkshake in a paper cup
It became more than just a verbal ****
Oh what luck, that day, what a way
As you pronounced those three lovely words and sighed
And I cried, replied with tears
Not 'cuz that was the day that writer's block died
But because that was the day I truly came alive
