With blunt edge  blades,
and your name in spades bouncing around my cranium
Ill pick my brain up with tweezers,
crush it
a silent death,
one of millions
one that might not hurt
my niche has been filled,
I'm not unique,
my skills have been claimed by hundreds of others,
this writing,  this effort, has been retold a thousand times before me
most of it would be better by far,
I'm no poet
I'm a rambler drunk on a appreciation,
or a drunk rambling about appreciation,
I'm not sure any more

pass me the bottle.. lets find out
*L.G