A Sip of Inspiration
Behind my smokey, dopey eyes
That's where inspiration lies
From cloudy mist of verbal rain
I find the words to write refrain
I take a drink and start to think
Sometimes I stand upon the brink
Then I take my pen in hand
And conjour up a madmans plan
My pen moves swift across the page
The wisened words reflect my age
I stop at times to rub my chin
I roll my eyes and then I grin
Again my words begin to flow
I write of things that I don't know
But everytime that two lines rhyme
I know I've found my place in line
Rockman :-)
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2011
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