I have not written in quite some time.
I have not been compelled to write a rhyme.
Is it right not to write?
Well surely no I should write even though.
My brain has not come to the show.
I should write,
Tired, or sick.
Stressed or mad,
Busy or not,
These are simply not an excuse.
But yet I seem to use it daily,
Instead of writing I drink,
Unitil I can smell the whiskey,
Wafting up from my mouth.
When my life feels in the bin,
Maybe that is the perfect time to write.
Or perhaps I’ll ramble on like a drunken loon.
Either way I should write real soon.