Writer's Block

If I weren't so tired,
I would write a poem.
Something to tickle
and tease the intellect.
If I weren't so very
bloody and annoyingly
tired beyond belief,
I would write a novel.
I'd write 200 and 22.
Well, since this is
the kind of day you get,
when the week
has rendered you weak,
I guess all I can do
is tap on these keys
and hope something brilliant
comes out of the blues.