Everything seems a bit said before,
a little over rehearsed.
The lines have nothing new to me,
just recapitulation of a dead horse.
Why even try anymore?
There’s nothing new under the sun.
Everything’s been done before,
my art is getting numb.
No motivation to drop a line
unless its something new.
I just need someone’s fresh caprice
to give me something to do.
So boo, boo, boo,
I hate you all!
You leave me sad and over thought.
I’m a hungry inspiration-less hacked up ball;
just give me something new.