A poem about not having much to write about.

It’s entitled
nothing much to write about, but I’ve already written twenty three words


twenty five
and some more
surprising to see
it didn't feel at all possible
when there were just twenty three

but all of a sudden
just starting to write
ups the word count
even though it's all shite

so a tip for you writers
moaning about 'block'
maybe just write
and publish any old cock?

This work brought to you by two cups of rooibos tea, a Vuelta a EspaƱa rest day and a complete disregard for quality control.

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