Dude I got nothin
My creativity is gone
There's nothing left
In this head
But the last two bars
Of a lady gaga song
Disco stick disco stick
Please make it stop
My brain is on
A nauseous coaster
Would someone please
Get me off
Nothing original
Is coming through
So I recycle
Wasted rhymes
Hoping to find
Some poetic food
If I recycle enough
Tin cans and cups
Soliloquies
And Platitudes
I might create something
That doesn't totally suck.
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