Writer's Block Cruelty

I lift my pencil, eyes unfocused: fuzzy, wild, waiting
For inspiration lying dormant deep inside my head
And I recognize a feeling rising: irritated, hating
But I’d rather just surrender to a TV show instead.

For inspiration lying dormant deep inside my head,
I’d give all the tea in China to discover the right words
But I’d rather just surrender to a TV show instead
(Maybe something on Discovery about endangered birds).

I’d give all the tea in China to discover the right words -
Something genius, something lovely, wonderful and pure.
Maybe something on Discovery about endangered birds
Would help me write my poem; it can’t hurt, now, that’s for sure!

Something genius, something lovely, wonderful and pure
Is crouching round the corner of my blocked and blurry mind
To help me write my poem; it can’t hurt, now, that’s for sure!
I hear its laughing; mocking me, derisive and unkind.

It’s crouching round the corner of my blocked and blurry mind
And I recognize a feeling rising: irritated, hating;
I hear its laughing; mocking me, derisive and unkind.
I lift my pencil, eyes unfocused: fuzzy, wild, waiting.