Creative anxiety
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Oh, those bug farts /
give me quite a start. /
just tear me apart, /
and then I cannot start. /
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I cannot put pen to paper /
Not now, not then, not later. /
Any noise is absolute traitor /
Drives to a creative nadir. /
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My computer screen remains blank; /
There’s no fuel in the tank /
Ideas are skunk skank /
If I golfed, it’d be a shank. /
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A car horn blocks away /
Children running round to play /
All these reach out and slay /
Any creativity today. /
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Oh, the muses do decree /
All these sounds won’t let me be. /
Even a leaf from a tree /
Is as loud as a crashing sea. /
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Oh, dear God, if you exist, /
Please grant my bucket list /
Or at least if you insist /
Take away all who made me pissed. /
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Silence, only silence I can abide. /
I accept not your a chide /
Even your socks across the floor, slide /
Make me full of bile and snide. /
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I will not, cannot not live in peace /
Until all sound reaches surcease /
Until even the bee’s knees /
Reach a point of full freeze.
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