Idea
There's an 'Idea'
Floating in the Air.
Neither Tea nor Coffee,
Neither Whiskey nor Vodka
Were able to Pull it In.
Paper looks Pale and Bored.
Pen, Bladder filled with Ink,
Is Waiting to Urinate few Words.
But the Idea is still Lingering
In the Air, Teasing me
Day and Night.
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