The blank page
Staring at me like that
Taunting me
What do you know, bitch?
Do you have anything to say?
Or are you as clueless as everyone else?
You think you can create something new
Tough luck, there’s nothing new under the sun
Why are you so aggressive?
I’m just expressive
I just don’t know how to get started
I’m stumped
That’s bullshit
A piece of excrement
You’re just waiting
For inspiration to strike
When all along
You have the inspiration like a song
Huh? That doesn’t make sense
Full of rhyme but no reason
An aimless warrior with no compass
Running around with nowhere to run
Well at least it got you going
Slinging mud on the wall
Hoping something sticks
Having fun but no utility
What is this obsession with utility?
Why not just sling mud for its own sake?
Get messy for no other reason
but fun itself
Okay, you had fun!
That’s what matters
Does it matter if it helps anyone?
The one you should help is yourself
I really don’t know what I’m talking about
I’m just shouting at the sky
Knowing it’s saved in the cloud
Hoping it makes sense later
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