To write is just a joke (or so I've heard)
You scribble for nothing all day.
For whom? To this day I have learned
that readers are hard to attain.
You may have the wit, the verse
and the talent (or so you recite).
But the Muse (that f***ing curse)
refuses to lend you her might.
You keep sitting and staring
at the dounting blank sheet
For so long, that you give up
and instead turn to the mead. ...