Is There A Plumber In The House?

Some people call it writer's block.
I call it mental constipation.
Thoughts are stuck and won't come out.
I'm sitting here in sheer frustration.

I try to think of what to say.
The words are clogged inside my head.
They can't emerge 'cause something keeps them
Trapped inside my mind like lead.

Until my wits cooperate
I'm stuck aboard this crazy train.
Unless I find a purgative
That works to clear a blocked up brain.

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