The White Pages

I’ve got nothing to post. I’ve got nothing to post
I’m working, straining and hurting my brain
It remains empty, numb and ignoring the pain
I’m inflicting upon for a post I could gain

I’ve got nothing to post. I’ve got nothing to post
When normally things, just pop in and shout
“Write me down fella! Get this word out!”
There is nothing, save barren vacuum and doubt

I’ve got nothing to post. I’ve got nothing to post
So I sit and I sigh, I despair and I hope
That something will come to me, so I can cope
Like cheese dangling on a proverbial rope

I’ve got nothing to post. I’ve got nothing to post
When out of the blue it popped into my head
I sat up in my seat, and cast off my dread
I cleared out my throat and loudly I said

I got something to post!

-Peter Brown 2007