Poetry Break: Writer's Block 3

Block of Death

I'm still encountering Writer's Block, so I composed the 'poem' below to record it:

Writer's Block 3

I cannot call this poetry,
for writer's block has hold on me.
I scribble-scrabble nonsense verse,
but that just makes the problem worse.

Perhaps I ought to go to bed
and lay to rest my weary head.
Oh, I don't mean eternally;
I still have things I'd like to see.

Call this a poem if you dare,
but that won't get you anywhere.
The critics know it's doggerel,
and they will say: "Go straight to Hell."

If this case of Writer's Block goes on, I'll have a goodly number of poems to blame it for.