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
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