In a drunken stupor <br />I wonder what I should create <br />From the back my mind a light goes off <br />They say its part of the creative process <br />But I wonder if I'm actually making any progress <br />Or am I going backwards tripping all over myself <br />I drank tonight to make an unending headache go away. <br />Buzzed I hope does deteriorate my writing ability <br />That probably sounds kind of silly <br />Of course it does <br />It must <br />For my vision get kind of blurry, so my thoughts must also <br />Remembering what I write from word to word is kind of absurd <br />This is my drunken stupor<br /><br />Ace Of Black Hearts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-drunken-stupor/
