A poem that rhyme less,
where there is not much at all to say,
it's very inspirational for fiction.
It's a poem of beauty but very few words,
it a poem that's completely straight,
it's a poem without any folds.
It's a poem that's simple,
and clearly well rounded,
it's entertainment when you're not grounded.
It's a poem of literal writer's block,
a dead poem,
like a thorn in the writer's sock,
it's a thin sharp-edge needle,
one that pick a tough lock,
it's the biggest enemy of a writer's flock,
it's the disappointment,
the stuff you need not in stock.
It's an extremely pointless scribbleful, scribbly writer's rage writing practice.
It is a poem of soundless vibes.
In my story world,
it's the end to all the supernatural tribes.
It's a big victory to the Impanotzi,
It's a sad sorrowful loss to the noggera.
If this were Attack On Titan it would be the end of humanity,
the rumbling would never...