Story of A Writer

Sometimes I just stare at the wall

Asking it to give me a sign.

I don’t know what I’m looking for,

Maybe I’m just wasting time.


I’ve got a hard drive full of dreams

And all the paper a writer needs,

But when the words don’t come out right,

I may as well just call it a night


And say let the whiskey flow

Right down my parched throat,

Maybe somewhere down there

It’ll find where all the words go


And when I’m good and wasted,

I won’t have to wonder when

Cause I’ll know when I taste it

Like the bottom of a fine tequila,

I’ll hit the rock of my great idea!