You asked, "Why haven’t you written something new?"

Come on
Not that I don’t want to
Sometimes I really do but
I can’t decide whether to
prose or verse the words
or just let them be unrelated
like strangers in queue
waiting to do mundane tasks

You see
I cannot write a short story
Its...well, not my cup of tea
And a novel won’t fit this space
Anyways, my ideas all go waste
They are not inspired enough
for poetry; my muses are unsavory
like stale, fizz less soda pop

I shouldn't
write movie or book reviews
I have issues being objective
I have opinionated, biased views
which get so skewed that they
topple and trip over themselves
And I simply cannot do news
This place is black, it can't be blue

Excuses apart
I do want to write something so fine
which so affects you that you sigh
and gives me such a high that I
forget about this wordly world
So everyday,I lay a trap
I catch a few words but I let them go
Thinking, who will read this crap?