I think I might just be the best in the world

at sitting in a quiet room and staring at a blank page

with absolutely nothing on my mind;

I could say,

October rain pours a torrent!

And a good thing it does because

last I checked the world was on fire.

Then I’d rhyme torrent with abhorrent

and I’d convince myself Yeats would’ve approved.

Still, it is raining pretty hard out there,

and we really are all doomed in the end.