I hate getting the block. It's one of the most horrible things that can happen. Period. The following poem is the only thing that I have been able to do for a month now, and that includes all forms of art. Phooey!
Escape Attempt
Artist’s block, my adversary,
It seems our wants are contrary.
I need to write, I must create,
But you remain and irritate.
I beg, I beg you leave me be!
Just let my works of art flow free.
Your grip is watertight no more,
‘Cause through it I’ve snuck sixty-four.
Well, let me know what you think of this forced work, and if you have ever overcame the block, please let me know how you did it.
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