Nothing
and I mean nothing, motherfucker
makes more angry than writer’s block
I’ve got shit walking, running, SCREAMING
through my alcohol-twisted mind
on a 24 hour basis
but the words
and the thought
and the goddamn-motherfucking-inspirartion
is (goddamn) lost from the walk to
the liquor store and back
and this makes me want to stab
this makes me want to lash out
makes me want to scream
in the goddamn middle of the street