Writers block is a contagious as clap.

Gonna kick it down and write some crap.

Keep on writing get in the flow,

write about the wind that blows

Or blowing, and flowing and growing and showing,

Wow that's sexual that phrasing is.

This poem sucks but at least it's not whiz,

Get out of the gutter you naughty pants,

Elevate to higher rants.

Rants of life, and love, and politics,

You are writing like a bunch of hicks,

Well at least I'm writing no block for me.

Write some crap and you will see.