Inspiration In A Glass
I'm sick of thinking,
or trying to at least.
Waiting for inspiration to foam
up like the bubbles from yeast.
But I can always count
on inspiration in a can,
or served cold in a glass
from a bar woman or man.
And though I sit here lonely,
a single drinker amongst the few;
At least the yeast, it brings me peace
allowing my thoughts to come on through.
So while this may not be my best
and it's jerky and haphazardly writ,
I'm sitting here, drinking my beer
and I really don't give a shit!
By J. Barrett
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