have you ever had writers’ block so bad
that the only thing you can think of
to rhyme with block
is cock
and then all you can think of is
cockblocking
which sucks
(or not, as the case may be)
have you ever been so constipated with words
that no matter how much you try
to squeeze them out
they just won’t come (much like with the cockblocking)
and you feel you’re so
full of shit
that if you even have a brain fart
some might seep out (much unlike the cockblocking)
maybe if you pull my finger
we’ll release something spectacular
or maybe just poop our pants (how is that like cockblocking?)
have you ever been so pissed off
with your writers’ block
because you’ve got rhymes in you head
but nowhere they’ll fit
like “juxtapose” rhymes with “sucks ma toes”
(and we’re way past cockblocking now)
and “I’m vexed ‘cos I’ve not been sexed recently”
and “your platitudes give me attitude”
and
I could go on
but I can’t
‘cos I’ve got a case of
writers’ block
now, quick!
someone find me a cock!