Because it isn’t good enough
Because I don’t know what to say
Because I can no longer bluff
I will not write a word today.
I’m leaving the computer off
and won’t even pick up a pen
so I can return to the trough
and sink my face in swill again.
Words can become a writer’s blocks.
We play with them until we can’t
remember what to do with them
or how to build what we destroy.
We get bogged down with adjectives
that label how we’re supposed to feel
instead of focusing on verbs
and nouns describing what is real.
Watch out for adverbs! They will drag
your actions right down to the ground.
They’ll make you scribble swimmingly
until in them you start to drown.
Beware of grammar’s stubborn rules
that lock you up in logic’s maze
or spelling laws of letters’ spools–
they’ll vex you till you’re nearly crazed.
You wonder what the effort’s for
when each step’s closer to the grave;
you won’t get up for the encore–
pick up your pen, don’t be a slave,
’cause freedom comes from what you do;
it’s not something you think about.
Make words get up and work for you;
then you can play without a doubt.