Brain Fart

It's sad,
that as I stare at this blank page,
I remain empty.
Trying to produce an idea to put down,
an adjective, verb, or a noun,
leaves me literally lost for words.
The truth is,
all you have to do
is write in an a column.
Oh, and rhyme.
This poem sucks,
big time.





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