My speech does slur,

It could hang around for sometime,

My inability of late to write rhymes,

No telling when this will occur,

Will it from me make you deter,

My muse has away from me, taken a spur…

Sure I got ideas, some,

But I do better at this time to hum,

To hitchhike I am apt to use my thumb,

Screw my muse, let me just down some rum…

No drug does make me more interested,

Alcohol just honestly does make me more disinterested,

Of the writing bug I am no longer infested,

Maybe something to stop my interest, I may have ingested,

Of my writing I obviously have a great deal invested,

But its going nowhere, my page herein so congested,

Again oh screw it, I am at a loss, just keep writing I should, unmolested…J

© ed J 12/14/06