Writer's block?  Writer's block.  He's keeping me paralyzed.  I long to put pen to paper and create prose worthy to be deemed creative writing.  However, here's writer's block.  We are the best frenemies you could ever meet.  He's the peas to my carrots.  Tsk tsk...writer's block.  I see you, and I can't go for that.  Release your hold on me, and let me fly free...freebird...free me.  

What?  That's silly.  I'm losing my train of thought.

Okay, where was I?  Oh yes, writer's block.  I need you to step away.  Put down the chains that bind me to you.  Give me the key.  Yes...slowly now...just like that.  Ah!  You trickster!  Foiled again!  You played me like a fiddle.  First you're sweet then sour.  We tango back and forth.  What am I writing?  This doesn't make sense.  I'll give you this one writer's block.  You keep me practicing to break through your grip.