Do the writers drink beer
Do the poets need sleep
Or they’re just filled with fear
And they constantly weep
The bohemian children
Feel unbearable pain
But, they put it in writing
Just to, not feel the shame
Someone says, I’m a dreamer
Maybe, I’m just a drunk
I write stories To hear
Music deep in my heart
I will never be broken
I've been Damaged it’s true
All the words left unspoken
They will find peace with you
Yes! the writers drink beer
And the poets need sleep
And they do live in fear
And on paper they weep
Do the writers drink beer
© Copyright: Юлия Меркотан, 2020
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