I Can't Write Today by Fredrich MohreI cant write today....
You could call it writers block.
My brains locked up, just like a rock.
My thoughts are few, my mood is blue,
Ive hardly penned a line or two.
I just cant write today.
Tried to write, profound and true,
But my thinking cap aint got a clue.
A poem with beauty, like a song,
To show the world that weve gone wrong.
But I just cant write today.
The thoughtful words have not evolved,
My writing process has dissolved.
Creative juices, dried up, dead.
So I turn on my remote instead.
I cant seem to write today.
So I flip on to channel One.
On Springers stage, theyre having fun.
With leather, whips, and strange devices,
Transvestites full of gender crisis.
Channel Two is not much better,
She wants a threesome.....he wont let her.
But I just cant write today.
Clicked on up to channel Three,
Now that was a real site to see!
Im trying to write in Iambic Pentameter,
And theyre discussing best penile diameter.
Moving on to channel Four,
A girls dolled up like a twobit whore,
To make this travesty a beaut,
Her Mommy thinks its really cute.
But I cant write today.
Still further up at channel Five,
A grade school shooting...some survive
Channel Six has more to share,
Spare that poor killer from the chair
Up again to channel Seven,
Send me your cash;...youll to get to heaven
And of course theres channel Eight,
All skin and lace to fascinate,
And channel Nine shows who collects
Fourth generation welfare checks.
But I still cant write today.....
As I channel surf on my TV,
Im saddened by the world I see.
Politicians silvered pockets,
Third world groups atomic rockets,
Parents who dont have a clue,
Why their babies are having babies too.
Terrorists, with holy prayers,
And vicious bombs in market squares.
Theres crazies who would kill another
Whose color differs from the other.
And things that make ones stomach sour,
Abortion in the eleventh hour.
Children, innocent and young,
Are killing others with a gun.
Murder, Rape and Genocide,
Our live report begins at nine
I think Ill write today.
I hung my head, as stricken dumb,
What have we let this world become.
Go watch TV, the parents say,
We feed this to our kids each day.
This mad TVs a living hell,
Its taught our next generation well!!
Man, highest life form in the chain,
Wrought death and doom
.are we insane??
My God, I fear that I might see
A reflection there of you.....or me.......
I dropped my tuner, went to bed,
And scratched these feeble words instead
I did right today......
03/21/2005 Posted on 03/21/2005 Copyright © 2024 Fredrich Mohre
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 03/21/05 at 07:14 PM I think this is brilliantly put together...not your every day writer's block poem for sure..but the thoughts in this woven throughout, really a great commentary on the world today. |
Posted by Shonda Creemer on 03/22/05 at 12:57 AM Adding to my favs right now ! I loved every aspect of this piece Fredrich. (I wish I had writer's block like that sometimes) |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/31/05 at 11:19 PM ...fredrich, man, one of my fav-o-rite words is PREGNANT and bubba this one issss pregnant with descriptions, proscriptions, and about a zillion other "...tions"... loved your little way of saying "i can't write today" and yet you're doing it...annnnnd then your wonderful little twist there at the TWO ends...one saying,"i'll write today" annnnd then "i did Right today" lovely, just lovely...peace, chaz |
Posted by Mo Couts on 07/04/11 at 03:29 AM Yes, yes you did; awesome job, Fred! |
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