NaPoWriMo 19- Cliche Poem (Fuck off!)

Roses are red
Violets are blue
for a week I couldn't write a single word
so, guess what? Fuck you!

The walls of creativity
turned pale. Inspiration
opaque, undetectable.

Saying I couldn't write one word
that's a lie, perhaps an exaggeration.
I wrote words.  They were bland,
disjointed, lost, un-unified.

Someone said, the topics
of writers block, procrastination and exams
were overused, mundane, cliche.
Fuck it then, if that's true! Roses are Red and Violets are Blue.