write through it
even if you are beaten
by the world
exhausted
devoid of words
write through it
something could come of you yet
if you’re the type
who hates poems about being a poet
or having writer’s block
write through it
put it down and shove it in a drawer
no one has to know
that it exists until you are dead
there is no greater joy to you than getting it down
and you know that
so don’t sit there
looking at the weather and porn
worrying about the government
going into default
put down a sentence
because the government has always been full
of assholes
even if all of your old friends
have become republican jack-offs
who hate immigrants and gays
who claim their favorite book is the bible
there has to be a poem somewhere
in there
find it
and teach those lying hypocritical bastards
a lesson
remind them that you remember
when they used to beat their women
get drunk
and get head off of underage hookers
and it doesn’t matter
that you are coming down off scotch
bloated from beer and sodium
that the heart is racing
and the head feels like an anvil
that the job is an unforgivable noose
write through it
take a shit
hurl into the porcelain god
pour aspirin down your throat
call the doctor a fool
grab a cup of coffee or water
and swear you’ll never do it again
but then get back in there
face the machine
face the white void of computerized paper
call up all the demons from this cesspool life
put something down
for immortality sake
be your own hero
be your own god
you won’t regret it
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