Liquor licks me silly-
monkey on a typewriter busy-
clacking words together
helter-skelter.
I drink it
to be better.
See, I’d been penning
for decades
stone-cold sober.
But then, someone said
a real work of genius
can come
from one monkey
and machine smash.
So I chase
tasteless vodka with
spicy whiskey-
going silly-
hoping someday
I might make
something
worth reading.
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