An Inescapable Cliche

I used to believe in the Muse
I used to believe that if I waited long enough
With my cigarettes and
Half-bottle of Merlot
I could summon it
For long enough
To create something
Great.

The Artist's Spell.

Patience and
Self-loathing;
Cigarettes and
Half-bottle of Merlot.

As sure as alchemy and
Turning shit to gold.

It was all part of the Game;
The inescapable cliche.
The recipe we all adhered to because
No-one taught us anything better.

Now, later,
I believe in
Coffee shops and
Bottomless tea;
Don't waste a single second
Because every word
Is precious.

Still, always,
An inescapable cliche.

Suck it the fuck up and
Get it the fuck down.

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Why didn't anyone tell us that before?