Writers Block

Famine and hunger, sweeps through my mental
My ideas are starving, shriveled and wrinkled
No inspiration
no flow for creation of poetry
Why can't I open my mind
Its like the refrigerator door is locked
And writer's block
done ate the last of my sweet potato pie
So I
come to find that I must evict a parasite
That feeds on my creativity
Thus depriving me of my thoughts and ideas to express in my poetry, deprived of my metaphors, simile and soliloquizes
Writers block, this is your final stop
You're no longer driving nor riding me
See people don't understand how to get rid of thee
But I found that me tryna write despite your toll on me
Wasn't working and really all it takes to break you 
Isn't writing and fighting against you
But rather writing ABOUT you
Yea that's how you make it do what it do
So now my thoughts and ideas feast upon you
Mentally nourishing, you're like a turkey tryna kill me
So instead of me tolerating you and letting you be
I've flipped the script you see
Now Im thriving upon you, like a baked young turkey
So ripe and so juicy
Writers block
Thank you for revitalizing me