This is a repost of something I posted in Oct. 2017. I can’t think of anything right now, not even a de facto cute “I have a mild case of writer’s stuffiness (I won’t even call it block)” post.
Stupid Plane/Traffic in LA/Writer’s Block
There’s stuff in my head,
But it’s trapped,
By an epic roadblock.
Like the traffic in LA,
Which I would know about,
If I’d gotten on the stupid plane.
Wouldn’t you know it,
I love flying.
I love staring out the window,
Watching the world go by.
I think flying over the Italian Alps
Was my favorite so far.
But I still don’t like the traffic
I get frustrated every time I’m there,
And scream and curse at the weird
Random highway lights
(what’s the point, it’s all jacked up anyway)
Also, why is there a subway system,
If no one uses it?
I just don’t understand,
The traffic in LA,
Which I would have told you sooner
If I had gotten on the stupid plane.