I wish that vodka tasted like water
Be easier to drown the sorrows
I like that whiskey taste like pain
A reminder that joy is borrowed
I don’t drink as much as I write I do
I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden
Because most times the opposite’s true
But when writing the happiness seems foreign
I’m afraid that fear’s a crutch
I’m angry I use anger so much
It’s sad that I can’t move passed depression
When it comes to successful creative sessions
Describing other emotions isn’t tough
I just don’t find those parts enough
Semi-Employed 