Shit rant poems

I'm Writing Less

I'm writing less

And my keyboard grows lazy

I'm writing less

And I'm reading more

Well not real

Paper or hardbacks at least

I'm writing less

And I don't speak more

I'm writing less

And my lips stick together

I'm writing less

And my hoarse voice whispers against chapped less

I'm writing less

With little to say

I'm writing less

With now

A growing sense of fear

Because I thought

I would never have anything less to say

But it's easy to see

And it's easy to say

That now

My brain has been fried

Because instead of proper thoughts

The whatever part of my brain

Brings me

Just words

Like

Rotisserie chicken

Not any

Coherent thoughts

Or

Things to spark inspiration

It feels

Pretty stuck

And

Idfk

What to do

Next

But I guess

All that I

Or time can bring

Is patience

To wait

What

Ever

The fuck

This is

Out

And to an infinity beyond

And who knows

Maybe watching Toy Story will help?