Writer's block can be a real bitch sometimes. Where is that friend of mine?

The Little Voice

I can't hear you! Why did you leave?
All I hear are distractions and that's my pet peeve!

I can't concentrate! The noise is too loud.
I wanted to write something to make them all proud!

Why are you honking! I'm trying to think.
These stupid mother fuckers gonna drive me to drink!

That guy is mumbling! His footsteps crunch on the snow!
I could go yell at him but he'd just say he didn't know!

Those kids are playing. I guess that's okay.
But why in the hell must it all be today!

Why should I wear headphones? Can't they plug their holes?
This noise might as well be coming out from my bowels!

I'll shit on their face! I'll shit on their grass!
Of course if I did that, I'd look like an ass.

Now the phone rings. Who could this be?
"Hi, you've won a trip, just give me your money!"

I need to relax. I'll go for a smoke.
This filthy habit is making me choke!

My words will not find me. Low and behold.
I look down at my screen and I see solid gold!

I must work harder. They'll say this isn't good enough.
My answer to that is; here's my cock, give it a buff!

I better not say that. People might pout.
But why should listen to that scream and shout!

I am my own person. I do what I want!
If they do not like it, my ass I shall flaunt!

I got my little voice back. I'm no longer sick.
...but now, as I read this, I feel like a prick.

~Fin~

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