Hangover

Today I sit down to create
and instead I find a block of a curious sort
There was fire this morning
and now I see only cigarette butts

Last night I saw friendship
I took the bus home and fell promptly asleep
This morning I felt smelly
I did not like the look of my to-do list

So I tore it up
My plans and all that malarkey
I will have chicken for breakfast
and vomit afterwards

Nothing in the

Whole
Wide
World

Matters

As long as this block in my head
goes away.

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