Originality Is A Sham
i think of drinking with the moon
but Li Po already did that
hundreds of years ago
among the petals of China
i think of walking alone into a dive bar
sitting there drowning in sorrows
waiting for a broken woman to take me in
but Bukowski
already did that
i think about staying sober
but the rooms of A.A. are filled
with people who have more time than i have
so i think of writing a poem
that says something new
to ease my hackneyed worries
but there’s nothing new to say
it’s no use
it’s all been done
everything is a rip-off
i’d quit
but i’m sure somebody else already did that
too
