It is not my day for writing,
Though the “New File” button waits
It’s just not the day for writing,
‘Cause my brain is not in gear

I’ve begun to type a couple of lines,
But can’t continue my thoughts
So the Backspace key is my best friend
And the document remains blank

How am I supposed to create like this?
How am I supposed to write?
My brain won’t ignite, and will not take
The spark I’m trying to light

No plainer words can I state it in:
I’m well and truly stuck
Because every word that I’ve written so far
Just sounds like keyboard barf

…and ironically, this is probably the coolest poem I’ve written all year. My Muse has a maddening sense of humor.