I tried to jot down a poem, no actually I tried to force out one
All I got was a splatter of lame ****  lines in the memo bit of my ****** Samsung which has definitely seen better days

Imagine if one were to try to **** a cactus or something resembling one
That's what forcing out
any piece of writing feels like
of course I would not accurately know as I have never **** a cactus before (has anyone ever)

Anyway, I cracked my skull
Trying to get my emotions to that zone where it flows naturally
A good poem is one that stems from the heart

I'm probably talking nonsense right now it's 2:20am, I have red wine running through my veins
I am at this very moment questioning the notion of the existence of a correlation between writing and alcohol consumption
If there is indeed a correlation then in this state of intoxication I should have penned a poem oozing with sheer and utter brilliance, surely

2:40am and I am done rambling.