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