The paper balls are lying strewed

As strewed as the thoughts on my mind

To deliver that amazeballs article.

On one side is the muse

The missus holds the fort at the other,

In between is me, the irritated me,

Torn between the drug and my love.

But how do I tell her that my love

For the elixir and thee is equal?

I’ll park that for some time later,

As the key here is ‘focus’ and to

Focus on the task at hand

I happily take the sip and devour

The strong sensation on the tongue

Of a nicely made ginger tea,

Again and again for I need

To shell out that

Amazeballs masterpieces


One Too Many

One Too Many – Image Courtesy – Mel Magazine