Writer's Block

WRITER'S BLOCK

Waiting for wise words to come
Rigor mortis numbs my brain
I'm waiting for that sugarplum
To ease my mind, release the pain
Enrich me with a poets wit
Rewarding this empty page
Send me endless amounts of it
Blow away my tedious rage

Let sun set take this day
Oh! night, spare me, let me sleep
Condemned, in endless night to lay
Killing time with ten thousand sheep.