Tell me,
Is it a brick block
It it a wood block
Is it a fictional block
Yea i knew it
it's a brick block
My writers block has came back to me
It's only been a few months
He was holding up a house
Well a house made up of bricks of course
And not some fake house made up of great ideas
There's a hole where he has gone
He came back to me
I don't usually enjoy his visits
Unless I take him and make a poem about him
Then I like when he visits
But it's time for him to go on
It's hard persuading him out the door
He needs to go find another person to "help out"
Because Obviously
as you can see
he's already
helped me