The Writer’s Truth by Dino Tripodis

I’ve written drunk,
I’ve written sober.
But mostly drunk,
Can’t recall October.
November is finished,
Give or take a day,
A good month for words?
I can’t really say.
But here comes December,
A month full of joy,
I’m sure I’ll be drinking,
So, don’t ask this boy,
What plans for the New Year,
I may have in store,
But I promise, I’ll write,
So, how bout one more...