Woke up this morning

Gray rainy day

Turned on the TV

Talking Heads didn't have much to say

I got all kind of balls

But no one wants to play

I think I will try writing a poem

About people who are all alone

About souls far from home

How we all came to this place

Which we soon learn is not very safe

Wondering what came before

Dreading the day

We walk through Death's Door

I think I will take another sip

Boy...Vanilla Vodka is a trip

Makes love to my lip

So this is how life goes

For a Poet knows

Loneliness inspires prose