Drowning in a sea of self-pity
The higher you go the harder the fall
Delving into the well of creativity
To find I am empty as I hit the wall
Writing for writing’s sake
Inspiration did not get up today
I take another swig of beer
But that just brings more dismay
I only have two more funny fags left
When I get them I cannot stop
They will be inhaled very shortly
Then for a while that will be my lot
Each time I think they will serve me good
But they really just blow your mind
Once in a while they serve a purpose
But not every day, I think you will find
I am tired of writing this shit poetry too
No-one cares and why should they
I am supposedly doing it for myself
But I just want a bumper pay day
I should face up to the solemn fact
That I know shit about anything
Why would people listen to me
I cannot give them a single thing
I will clear my head the next few days
Try to gee myself up to breathe
Every time I try to numb my senses
I only make them continuously seethe
From now on I will try lucid living
I will make my life an experiment
Even in the most mundane situations
I will try my best to find some compliment
Engaging with each passing moment
With the full force of full attention
Not too hard and not too soft
Certainly, through the eyes of affection
That will catapult me back to the world
The one I create by my thought
There is no point fucking yourself up
That is what years of doing it has taught
We were given a brain for a reason
We are scared of our innate talent
It is time I showed the world who I really am
For each of us have it in us to be gallant
Cheers!
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