Beer bottle blues blister and bellow
My confidence – which once was quite mellow.
I can’t find a groove, I have lost my swag.
Lost inspiration is quite a big drag.
You would think if I wavered, there’d be cause,
But nothing can account for this slight pause.
I’ve lost my muse – she meanders elsewhere.
Leaving me stranded, screaming it’s not fair.
All I want is to write something that’s new –
Maybe something that doesn’t feel so blue.
I’ll retreat for now and reconsider
The right words that will, once again, fit fer.