Poe took Tylenol, Hemminway's passed out on the floor, I'd rather drink blurry-eyed With Ginsberg, Beer stained beaches in the afternoon. Throwing up prose to the dying light. Cicadas rub the summer wind- Me, I barely connect the dots, Writing rubbing in the dirt For Shelly tanning in the sun.
Poe, Hemingway, Ginsberg and Shelly are writers in case you didn't know.