Literary Viagra
Simply ran out of reason and rhyme,
not even words worth a dime.
Got nothing to say, the mind is empty,
damn muses have deserted me.
Cracked my brain searching for ideas,
found nothing there but paranoia.
Lost confidence to shape and create,
completely busted and feeling beat.
Unable to throw even a few punches,
barely surviving now on crutches.
Cannot count on them muses no more,
might as well run to the nearest whore
for some extra push and inspiration
to awaken this dormant imagination.
My world-class confidence is all gone,
I’m out of here, I’m completely done.
Literary Viagra I badly need to quench
this temporary artistic impotence!
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2006
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