Oh how I can't write anything
It feels like there's a block in my head,
That's painted red
It doesn't help that Mr.Guy is lecturing me
But I have to write something
I'm pretty sure this poem is all messed up,
Like the opposite of right
Nothing is going through my head,
So I must end this poem that is the opposite of right,
And hope I don't get a fourth rejection,
Because how I hate the number four.
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