Writers block
Setting, Maycomb, Theme
No idea what it means
And it seemed so poetic

1 and a half parts
Tequila to
Three quarters
Crème de menthe
An ounce of lime juice
And you’re golden
Although green

And I sit with my computer
At the counter on the kitchen
I’m on paragraph number three and feeling good

Footsteps on the stairs
Stash the glass like practiced
Behind the coffee machine

Why didn’t I dump it?
There would have been time
Hide it somewhere better?
Time for that as well
Not stand right in front of it?
Highly suspicious
She might have walked by
Wouldn’t have even known

But I didn’t
I was stupid
I wasn’t even drunk
And all I said
“What do you want me to say?”

So, daddy, I’m sorry
I should’ve told you first
I hate for you to have to fix
Another of my problems this week

But there’s nothing I can do
And I’m scared of where we’re going
I don’t know what’s in store
But a storm is coming
I’m not quite sure when
But I’m sure it’s closer now

The jig is up
The fatal blow dealt
Sentencing awaited
Forgive my writer’s block
It seemed so poetic