I have my pen shut away

What writers do while neglecting their duties

I have my pen shut away,
And I my wrist cut away.

I’ll call that girl, what’s her name?
Once I’m done I nut away.

I like Godard for his films,
“Breathless” I’ll jump cut away.

With hunger I need to feed,
On pizza I glut away.

The rising moon leads to night,
Bradley I will strut away.