I will never write another poem again.
My creativity just went down the drain.
I have typed so many contest poems.
That sucked the juices from my brain.
Even if I'd win every contest sent by fate.
And be named as the new "Poet Laureate"
Should it happen in the nick of time.
I will have forgotten how to rhyme.
There are not many poems left in me.
My muse does seem to ebb and wane.
I  have sat  so long at this dam  computer
I may have forgotten just what's my name.