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    I Can’t Think Creatively!

    It’s eleven at night and the clock is ticking

    My mind is blank but the pen keeps clicking

    The heat is killing me and my head is aching

    I’m about to collapse, I feel my brain baking

    I think this is going to be my worst poem ever

    My mind can’t think creatively, I can’t write anything clever

    I look around absentmindedly for some sort of inspiration

    All I can think of right now is my sister’s graduation

    She tells me it’s this Friday, the 17th of June

    I could’ve sworn it wasn’t until next week, definitely not so very soon

    Oh wow! She’s going to be leaving the little junior high

    Didn’t I do that just yesterday? Boy, time surely does fly by

    I’m trying to distract myself with random thoughts, but I really want to go to bed

    My head is aching, as I said before, and I know my eyes are red

    I tap my fingers on the desk wondering what the next line should be

    Something must be extremely wrong! I can’t think creatively!

    I look up at the clock and oh my God! It’s almost midnight!

    My mom calls out from the other room, “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

    I don’t reply and my mom comes in to ask, “Honey, what is wrong?”

    “I’m still not done,” I tell her in an angry mood. “This poem is taking too long.”

    “Well, I’m gonna go now,” she says with a yawn. “Don’t go to sleep too late.”

    “Oh no, it’s already five past twelve! Now isn’t this just great!”

    I get bored and start to color the margins of my paper until the pen runs out of ink

    I realize I’m thirsty, and my throat feels dry, so I get up to get a drink

    I look around in the fridge, there’s nothing but Sprite and Hawaiian Punch

    The idea of a PB and J sandwich is tempting but this isn’t a good time for lunch

    I leave the kitchen and head to my room, and collapse on the comfy bed

    As I said before, my head is aching and I know my eyes are red

    You know, I’m normally good at writing poems, I can do it easily

    But today, something must be extremely wrong! I can’t think creatively!

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