I have nothing to write about

I have nothing to write about.
nothing .
absolutely nothing.
that’s
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now what?

I could write about polar bears
            but it is cold where they live
            that means snow
            snow = bad

I could write about a sunset
            in all its beauty and wonder
            but then I’d have to stay up past 8ish
             and that is way past my bed time

I could write about a sunrise
            but that means getting up at like 5 in the morning
            I’m lucking if I can make it up at 7
            that is E-A-R-L-Y

I could write about an underwater adventure
            It could include sharks
                                         whales
                                    beautiful fish
                                    and seals too
            but that sounds wet
            and I like to keep my clothes dry

I could write a murder mystery
            it would be all suspenseful and stuff
            maybe it would have a Miss Scarlet
                                              a Mr. Green
                                             a ballroom
                                              a lead pipe
                                             a revolver
            But then I’ve have to figure out who died
                                                             who killed them
                                                              how they died
                                                             and where they died
            plus, someone would die,
            and who wants to do that?

I could write about when fruit snacks attack
            they could jump out of snack machines and kill people
            maybe they would take over the world
            but then I couldn’t eat them
            I really enjoy fruit snacks
            and I’m worried about what kind of government they would create

I could write about how everything sucks
            but it doesn’t
            plus that idea sucks

I could write about my trip
            how I fell and bruised my butt
            can’t forget the elbow
            but then everyone would know I’m a klutz
            and we can’t have that

So here I sit,
            with nothing to write about
            dang, only four minutes left

what do I write?
            oh who cares?

hey look!
            two pages!

Dana Schubauer