Esra Sloblock - Blank

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

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