Short Ull Poems

Sud Ull Tea

Staring uneasily through the smoke I do
Put myself in this predicament with nothing to gain but a vacant mind.
But then again. . .Inspiration comes with a price to pay.
Incomplete connections spell-check my ambitions 
Only this time, I know it will be different.
Delete the next line for sensitivities sake
You will never know the real me, and I choose to keep it that way.