Inspirations stagnation

Oh my gosh it's getting bad,
What am I going to do?
My inspirations fading,
It's left me in a stew.

It's my own damn fault y'know,
For ranting far too much.
Using all my topics up,
Drifting out of touch.

The answer's finding more to learn,
And process then spew back.
I need some motivation,
A new angle of attack.

But it's all so depressing,
The more I read the news.
So little getting better,
While bad men turn the screws.

And look - my ruddy rhyming,
Has only gotten worse.
Instead of making more,
There's only two per verse.

Maybe I've reached my top,
It's all downhill from here.
"I could have been a contender",
I'll mutter in my beer.

But truth be told I never was,
Particularly great.
At anything but whining,
At whatever's on my plate.

"Oh can't you see it's worse for me?"
I permanently drone.
And just to break it up a bit,
I intermittently groan.

Maybe I should just give in,
And cheat with some AI.
But if it ever came to that,
I think I'd rather die!

And so I may get boring,
That's all you'll hear from me.
But as long as it's all mine,
I've still some integrity.

(well I ruddy hope so, anyway! )