Sometimes I write
About the parody of life,
The tragedy of love
And the melody of crime.
Sometimes I drink
So that the mood doesnt sink,
And inspirations easily link
Themselves to creativity's brink.
When the writing and drinks cross paths,
A delightful dance forms across widths
Of colorful gardens with depths
Of unearthly beauty, creating untruths.
And these untruths form words,
Prose, they sometimes pierce like swords;
Sometimes they soothe afterward,
Or linger as salacious dreams so awkward ...
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