The only thing worse than writing a depressing poem,
Is when you have no depressing poem to write,
And all you want is that pain to flow, and that plug to come unstuck.
Like a cigarette addiction, when you don't have them,
And you know you're better off...
You still want some more.

There is only so much a season and a star can do for you,
I need that rush, that spilling, that exhale.
I want that exposure, that smart, cool and sharp twist,
I need that smack of word on tongue.
Like the knockout blow, delivered by the bully
On the weakest child in school.

Smack.