Okay guys, I'm working around some things.

I'm trying my best to get something written,
I'll try to get something out before I'm smitten.
It's hard to work past an insescent block,
All I can do is work by the clock.

I can't seem to set up a simple plot,
All the inspiration just seems to rot.
I'm am literally just at a loss here,
And it may be much worse that I fear.

It may take me a while to get something out,
I know all I've really done is pout.
But don't worry, I'm feeling much better.
But I'm rather surprised I've managed to write a letter.

I contradict myself here and there,
And I suppose to say that is rather fair.
I'm not a professional writer, noy by far,
But it feels as if my inspiration is trapped in tar.

Poetry is much easier for me to write,
But I won't get too far with it on this site.
I'm going to update my peotry story,
I'll try to keep it in its rightful glory.

Once I get more poems down,
I will try to keep it crowned.
In the meantime, enjoy this rhyme.
You'll hear it all the time.