Drunk & heartbroken
The weary poet zigzags
Across midnight streets.
He is drawn like a moth to
All that's brightly lit
As he roams from bar to bar.
Drunken & heartbroken,
He's searching desperately
For a quick-fix Muse,
To heal his gaping, new wounds,
In the fevered night.
I guess he is out of luck.
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