Broken lives, shattered hearts,
enough alcohol to kill you
or force you into grateful sobriety.
Do you want the fame or infamy
of those scoundrels and ne'er do wells?
Of course you do
but no amount of drinking
is going to make you talented.
You have it or you don't.
If you don't
you can always
work your fucking ass off.
It doesn't guarantee anything
but at least you'll go down swinging.
Perhaps your estate may be posthumously
swimming in funds you lacked in life.
Pay your dues.
Be humble regardless of any success.
You're no different than
the kid ripping tickets
at the movie theater.
We're all the same stuff.
I can't stop you,
and honestly, even if I could,
I'd let you drink yourself to death.
Use that free will of yours.
Put down some words on the page.
You'll feel better when you do.
Put down that bottle.
You'll feel better when you do.
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