Watching the clock's hands move SLOWLY

bored...haven't really got anything to do. Okay, I do have that poem to write for tomorrow, but my mind is now...BLANK. Zero ideas, zero mood and zero feel. How do you expect me to write a poem when I don't even have the faintest idea of what freaking thing should I write about?

Looks like I have to use an old one. But I don't wanna do that, I wanna create a new one! Unfortunately, poem writing requires imagination and yearning, something which I do not have right now. God,WHY IN THE FREAKING WORLD DOES MY MIND HAVE TO GO-----AT THIS TIME?!

*crashes out after weeping
**whacking myself for having no imagination now when I need it
***starts bawling