I Can't Think of A Title, So This is my Title

A fresh new page

Boy do I have writers block

Words won't come to my head

Forty minutes passed

And still no words

Is this going to be finished on time?

What is the time?

Still nothing is on this page

I'm only thinking of inappropriate words

God do I hate this writers block.

Forty-five minutes have passed.

Where are the words that live in my head?

Are there any words in my head?

I really can't think of any at the time!

Fifty minutes have passed

I now have a dog that i drew on my page

I wish I could kill writers block

I am thinking I should make up words

Yes, I want to be that person that makes up words

That way I can use any word that comes to my head

But no, I can't and thats why I am suffering from writers block

Oh great, I'm running out of time

At least now I have some words down on this page

An hour has now passed.

Oh shit, really an hour has passed!

Come on, brain think of words!

I killed that stupid looking dog that I drew on this page.

Now that stupid dog I killed is in my head!

Get out you stupid dog, I don't have time!

God damn you, you writers block!

I seriously am going to kill writers block!

Seventy minutes have passed.

I wish I could stop time.

No, no better yet, I wish I could think of words.

I wish I could poke a hole in my head.

That way all the words can fly out and land on this page.

"Rip up this page", says my writers block.

Someone poke a hole in my head, eighty minutes has passed.

Today I freaking hate words and thats it I'm out of time.