Poetic Apology

Oh whoa is me. I have a blank space here in front of me that needs to be filled by tapping poetry with the house tablet and a universal mind. I’ll have it filled out in no time. The only trouble I see for now is I have to jot other things down that I’m supposed to get done before I begin writing for fun my issues with consumption, honestly. No not me, I’m only consumed by society. Not liquor nor sickness or insanity or women. The only problem I have, I don’t really have them. I never had a grip on any of the vices except getting drunk and writing down prices of what it would cost to miss out on crises for not writing this down to be self righteous. It costs a lot to not jot down the beginning thoughts of poetry crowned by me, the number one fan of going around telling other poets how it’s done. Stop right there and do not continue to read the works of a lesser conduit to the universal mind and tabs to the soul, keep writing here and letting me know.