Drunk With Ideas

In my veins flows ink and verse, I was born with words to rehearse, My blood, a symphony of rhyme, My heart, a rhythm all the time. When sober, my mind is sharp, My pen dances with each harp, But when I'm drunk, my spirit flies, The ideas flow like a stream that never dies. My muse is a bottle of wine, With every sip, I enter a new line, I write of love, of pain, of joy, Each thought a treasure, no need to deploy. For in my blood, poetry reigns, My soul sings with each refrain, I'm a poet born to make hearts weep, My words a lullaby for those who sleep. Let me drink, let me be free, For in my drunkenness, I'm the key, To a world of beauty, a world of art, A world where words can heal a broken heart. ©Otieno Elvis Gikoi THE ELO’S????