I saw the setting sun, my day was far from done

I saw the paper, blank, my poem has not begun

I saw the evening, then morning has come

I saw no progress, still an unwritten poem

I sat, I saw, I twiddled my thumb

Still I wrote no words to make a poem

I saw the paper and it's still blank

Can you help, yank me so that I crank

I am close to giving up, facing mad scrutiny

I scream in the face of my own mutiny

I saw me walking, maybe I'm about to tank?

I saw a man, he says you don't have to walk a plank

What's next, I start to write, a word, a poem

C'mon, join up, and I'll be frank, my foe pressed me

forward, in stubborn rank, I've got a fistful of charm

and yes, I have a gun beneath my arm.

I saw my self with a poem designed, so back on off

Destroy blank man's paper, rank by rank

Writing it is not rigged, go fig yourself, get it done

I see some writing on my page, it rhythm

Now you see me write a thing in rhyme

Who do you think, am I

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