There’s only so much time In the day, what, Between watching porn, and Getting high, And drinking my life away. Maybe I’ll get something done tomorrow.
That’s all that it said, On the blank page Of the notebook That I keep next to My bed: “Routine Lunch.” That’s all that it said, On the paper I use To write down the Drunk thoughts that I have. “Routine Lunch.” I say in my head, Over and Over and Over again. “Routine Lunch.”Continue reading “Routine Lunch”
Deadline, Deadline, They need Something Now… Like right NOW! Deadline, Deadline… Fuck! I think, I got nothing. But deadline, Man. The fucking Deadline! They need Something… Anything! But I still Got nothing. So I grab a beer, And I say, “Fuck the deadline.”
I lost my muse… No desire to write… Disinterested, Distant, Dimly Going through life. Fuck this And that, Fuck it all, Really. At least I can still rhyme.
I need a drink To write; But I hate to write Once I’m drunk, Because Once I’m drunk I just want to drink, Drink, Drink, And not write. Because When I write, I don’t have a free hand to drink… Which is fucked. Maybe I need a straw.