I sit here
waiting for the juice of Gods
to come pouring out of my head
and onto the page
the magic of creativity
it won\'t come if I force it out
but will if I ease it out
its delicate
smooth
caring
must be caressed like a lady
of the night
treated right
some tend to the secret
with sex, money, dope
rock n roll
anything but writing
because to tell you the truth
they don\'t really have it
they\'re just pretending
it hurts to say that
because no one really likes
to admit it
some have the juice
others
only wished
they had it
while others still
fake it
until
they have it.