Mind Blown

So, I ran out of sleep medication a few weeks ago and it feels as if I have my creativity back. Team no sleep. My pen is about to caress some paper and make foreplay with her mind. Have her reading my poetry saying, " Damn, I wish he was mine." Then when that fog clears, she'll say, "Wait, he already is," then beg for me to perform a third stanza when a third wasn't even written! Damn it man, my pen just erupted in my hand This writing I missed it Now she's all up on my verses trying to devour every word when suddenly the title is all the more clear and VA taking care of my needs ain't something that interests me VA, you can keep your pills. I was dope on my own