Writer's Block

Quit.
Give up.
Spill the cup.
Set down the pen.
I am weak as a pup.
I sit alone in my dark den.
Will I ever pick up my pen again?
As I look at my wasted words I throw a fit.
Some stupid poem about Great Big Ben.
Will this be my dark gory end?
Will this be my last sup?
Life in the bin?
That’s it, yup.
Like Krupp.
Shit.