I can't write, I can't think
Has this pen run out of ink?
It's pushed me to the brink
It's driven me to drink
My soul's begun to sink
I've got a line, I need a link
I've purged this uncreative kink
An open mind tipped me the wink
I'm back in the pink
Now where's that bottle of Quink...
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-4/
