Nothing
I’ve got nothing to write about today
Nothing to moan about, not a word to say.
Nope, I am empty, my brain is full of mush
I could try and write some words, but why such a big push?
Hmmm, something about an election, people are now winning
But still we maim, destroy, and plunder, we just keep on sinning.
So, nope, I am going to put in very little effort today
To write anything good, to have anything to say.
Cause I got nothing, my thoughts are all wonky
Too easily distracted, hey look, a miniature donkey.
Why do so many poems rhyme and have rhythm anyway?
It’s such a distraction from making serious headway.
And this right here, it looks like it rhymes
That’s some Dr. Suess BS in these political times.
I’ll put away the pad, the pencil, the pen
There’s always tomorrow, I can write more then.
New England Mama 