Writer's block such a dismal display

To pen and paper my thoughts cannot play

Expression of feeling entombed within

Beasts of burdens, my ideas to speak I cannot say

Writer's block, what is it for release that picks the lock

A simple nudge of a long ago grudge

Pain and sorrow, guilt or shame they are all one, they are all the same

Anger is the key for release that picks the lock

I know you were all expecting great things, but since when have I ever delivered "great things"? I want to write so fricken bad, but nothing comes to mind. Momma is out late tonight and rumor has it that she has a new boyfriend. I know she has a date because she took her good teeth and left her modeling teeth behind. Her modeling teeth have a single tooth wrapped in tin foil. Momma says it gives her character and since she can't afford gold the foil will have to do.

I suppose you all are tired of hearing about my momma, but she is all that my life encompasses really. I had a girlfriend not long ago. Frankie was the love of my life and from the moment I laid eyes on her I knew that this woman would be my bride to be. I met her at the Booty Coral. Frankie could spin on a pole like no other and I could tell she was in love with me right away by the way she offered to dance on my table. It was love at first sight! I especially loved her deep voice and muscular arms! I bought her several drinks that night, again I could tell Fankie was a woman of class! All of her drinks were well over twenty dollars a piece; nothing too extavogant for my new found love! Later, momma would be upset that I spent up all the rent money out of the mayonaise jar...maybe next time momma will find a better place to burry the life savings!

Frankie danced her butt off that night. With every giration I fell deeper and deeper in love. Frankie was a very modest woman and never took off all of her clothes like the other ladies did. I guess that our unspoken love had made her a new woman. After several more drinks I asked Frankie to be my girl. She was hesitant at first. Frankie told me that she wasn't the kind of girl that i thought she was. Hell she wasn't! Tall, dark, muscular, fit and that deep voice was to die for! I pled my case and offered up more drinks. Frankie excused herself to the restroom. Not only did all of those drinks make her have to pee, but they made her very drunk and courageous!. I watched as the silly girl didn't even hesitate as she entered the men's restroom! I laughed so hard at her antics! My girl had a sense of humor to boot!

Sadly, Frankie must have slipped out never to be seen again. Just some dude with a flat top exited five or ten minutes later. The damn queer was wearing lip gloss and had eye make-up on! I waited until closing, waited for my love...Now as I watch internet porn I see Frankies face often, seriously, I swear I see her face a lot!

Well, if you are still reading this crap, this is what you, the reader, gets when I have writer's block. Love stories from the heart.