Winging it

Me improvising a poem

I come into this not knowing what to say.
I see no form or shape unless I choose rhyme, and if that's the case then I should do that, yay...
Oh God, what to write about, that is on my mind.
Hopefully I'll drift from my twisted obsessions that possess me all the time.
Wait, do mind and time even rhyme, I don't think so, but they kinda sound similar, so it'll work.
Now, again what to write about, who knows in my mind what will lurk.
My my, the pressures building, and I haven't a clue.
In my head, no ideas, not even an obsession comes to brew.
I think I'll just settle for a cop out.
Yes, that's it, I'll just write about not knowing what to write about.
And everyone will shake their head
But I laugh for making people waste their time if they made this far into the poem they just read .
 

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[J.V. Alexander]

A creative twist to the opposing threat of writers block.