Brain Dead

Because I am trying to write a paper right now, I decided to post this boring poem I wrote when I was trying to write another paper. I'm sure you can sympathize at least to a degree.

I stare at a blank page

I try to figure what to write

It’s like an empty black stage

This is my daily fight.

I have tried to learn how to write

But it seems I never get better

But someday I might

On a late dark night.

Oh, well, ‘tis life, as I always say

'Tis life that throws sticks in my path

It’s a wonder I don’t fall in the way

And die under the ‘fesor’s wrath.

Oh, boy, oh, cat, oh, rat

I have nothing worthy to say

Nothing but a boring, black bat

Nothing that will actually pay

Brain dead is what they call it.