Dried Up

With the derelict muse still off at play,
And the opus postponed yet another day,
It's over to the art store to get some supplies
(Funny how LITTLE stuff ones money buys).
Alas, there's a latency in learning this skill
As the canvas stares blankly defying my will.
The muse sneers "You moron, you need me for something new!
Not only are you blocked, you're obtuse, too."