Ode to Writer's Block

Sitting in McDonald's,
Trying to write a blog.
Instead I'll write this poem
Since my head is in a fog.

I have my new computer,
And (mostly) peace and quiet too.
I stare at this lovely screen,
But there's nothing I can do.

Writer's block is what it's called;
I have it all the time.
I'd like to write something really good--
Maybe the history of mimes?

Don't worry,
I wouldn't do that--
Write about mimes, that is.

"I'm sorry,"
You say, and pat my back.
"You'll do better next time."