We drink because we are writers
Pinot Grigio pour me a glass, till I am forced to dwell on the past, which may awaken some lost thought or
deed, and birth new hopes ,dreams new lines, to spread swiftly against my sheet, pour me a glass please,
Make it a merlot,smooth,yes smooth, let me get me hyped on the idea of love, feeling giddy tipsy,encourage
the reaction of one who will spur emotions within me to write like a mad woman, or woman in love.
So pour me a glass please, this time make it a Casillero del Diablo, h o, ho, ho, yes, no, yes, fill the
glass till I dance on the tips of my toes, in merry joy, please, pour me a next glass please, till I pour
out my heart contents and make one try to understand why we write, and sip on wine while it is yet night,
To pass out sweetly cause our hands to rest, slow its paste, for so much ideas we don’t want waste, so we
drink to take some rest, close our weary eyes, till we rise again,
This time make it some tea please!
Written by Laurna Guiste