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Lights Out

I have writers block
Fucking brain lock
I have no motivation to write
No reason to fight
No chance of a light
No flame to ignite
I want to take a bite out of the night just to give it a fright
Seems impolite
But I just might
Unless I’m too slow and it bites me first
And keeps biting until the hurt gets worse and worse
Like an inescapable curse
Writers block is still here
Someone grab me a beer
Cheers
Cheers my dears for the beers
Now drink
Drink until I can’t think
Drink and pass out on the brink of the sink
Whack the brink of my chin on the brink of the sink
Clink
Lights out I think
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