Poem?

Writers block again...gosh darnit!

Poetry...
Poetry?
Poetry!
Oh, poetry
God, how on earth can I create such poetry

My words have run as dry as the rivers running through our valleys
My imagenation  as idiotic as the dog barking endlessly at the gecko on our desk, completely unaware of its artificail, plastic qualitys

This pencil cunteniusly dullens as I attempt to write thoughts that rhyme with my emotions
Emotions that seem to work as the worlds largest rollercoaster, a nonending storm of tears, anger, fear, and laughter.

Oh, world
You have plants and animals that could inspire this brain
You have clouds and storms that could inspire this pencil
You have idiots and sarcastic witts that could inspire this poem
But no words seem to escape this empty mouth of mine
No imagination running wild throughout my lost mind

God, just give me thought an insperation, a sight!
Something to create a poem in mind.