I'm stumped
I can't write a poem
the word's don't flow
and I don't know
what to write about
I can't write a poem
The words
stick to my tongue
like a fly
to a flyswatter
all squished
and when I
scrape them loose
they fall
dead to the ground
I can't write a poem
My poems
are like my plants
they get sick
from too much
or too little water
they wither up
and die, like worms
on a hot
summer sidewalk
I can't write a poem.
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