Yadda Yadda

Yadda yadda some clever shit.

I’ll think of it,

If I remember to save this as a draft.

After a few craft beers.

Because alcoholics only drink cheap.

I’m not one, but I could be.

Or rather I would be,

If I focused.

/

I’m really fucking tired.

Of writing these because…

Well I don’t know why.

Maybe because these days it's all I can write.

I just stare at a white page,

And try to will some happiness or rage.

To stay motivated.

To stay focused.

/

I’m burnt out,

But I can't stop or I'll think,

About how things have turned…

Probably shouldn’t rhyme out with out,

If I can’t keep it consistent I’ll go without.

Fuck I did it anyway.

I’m sure inspiration could hit me any day now.

It's all so out of focus.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/94s5dc/purple_drank_and_cheese/e3nfo19/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/94qcd2/therapy/e3ndvj7/