The poet suffers from lack of inspiration

My first attempt wound up in a drastic STATE,
ERODEd my ideas of birth and death and fate.
Perhaps this second try will be more TASTY,
WACKY even, not like a undercooked pastie.

Nope, the thing insists on being WACKY,
a STATE of things I know is tacky.
TASTY it’s not, and hasn’t flowed –
it’s caused my hard-won lines to ERODE.

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