writer before me
has
felt
when he was
horny
drunk
or starving
on a typewriter
writing poem after poem
but one thing that always
comes to mind is that
they were alone
god awfully alone
and miserable
and you can't forget your misery
your drugs
your heartbreaking woman
or your alcohol
otherwise
you are
dull
like the rest of them
writing about
love
sunrise
the sunset
and the fucking finches
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