I have been waiting many days

There’s no hope that I can see.

I have searched for many ways

to remove this curse from me.

I have paced the floor all night

Pulled the hair right off my head.

Nothing shakes this awful blight

Methinks I might as well be dead.

I find just waiting, is not so easy

There must be something I can do.

In fact I am feeling slightly queasy

And think that maybe I will spew.

I have verbal constipation

It is really quite a shock:

Continual consternation,

The dreaded writer’s block!

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