I’m supposed to be a poet
But the words come so slow it
Just puts me to shame.
Should I give up this game
And just stay in my bed?
Or try crochet instead?
Someone wake up my muse –
She keeps missing her cues
And my pen’s full of ink
And I’m left on the brink
In a torturous fight
With a page that’s too white.
Dave Birss
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suppos-d-poet/
