I wish to be drunk
To intentionally say my thoughts
Without hesitation
And write my files
Without coating it with lies

The only way I think
A poet such as myself
I will stop blinking with tears falling
Is to drink what's wrong
And to face what's gone

They'll ask, "Are you drunk?"
And I'll answer, "No, I'm a poet."

I seek answers from papers that sunk
I do actions, then write all at once
But laugh at every regret