Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Beer And Cider.


Sitting in my room at 2: 00am
drowning myself in beer and cider
tipsy and nothing to do
there is nothing to write about
shall i write about the possible upcoming war?
No, thats too easy
i'll instead just sit here
sit here with my bottles
sit here with my pen
and drift into space
there is nothing to talk about
nothing to write about
nothing is filling my head
so i'll fill it with beer instead
nothing is inspiring in my space
what shall i do people?
I'm not bored
just uninspired
I dont want to write about death
love or hate
just fun
just something inspriring
and is this it?
I'm writing now
this is getting silly
I'm rambling now
I'm putting the pen down
I need anouther beer.

Submitted: Thursday, April 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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