I sit and write, and I'm writing now.

I listen to my mother howl,

I watch my brother sulk and scowl,

I hear my cat scamper and prowl.

I sit and write, and am writing now.

I sit and write, and take a pause.

I decide whether to add a supporting clause,

Into my stomach my cat buries his paws,

I intend to end this semi-epic poem like Jaws,

I sit and write, and take a pause.

I sit and write, and get a rush,

Much like when I grab a canvas and brush,

Similiar to every kiss and every touch,

After my words and thoughts get a creative push,

I sit and write, and get a rush.

I sit and write, and look at the clock.

Tik-Tok.

Tik-Tok.

And hope I don't die of Writer's Block.