Writers block or whiskey dick?

I canʼt get it up tonight,

itʼs not even worth a try.

I search the Internet for inspiration

Still Iʼm limp and wondering why?!

Maybe I need to set the stage,

Light a candle and dim the lights,

Pop a bottle of champagne,

And if I hold it just right!!

Fuck! Nothing, I feel nothing.

This pens not spilling any ink.

Maybe Iʼm out of practice?!?

I shouldnʼt have had that last drink…

One last ditch attempt to please,

Just tell me what you want to hear!

This passions got a hold on me,

It swallows me up and I canʼt think clear!

Iʼm over it, no really I swear, ITS FINE.

Iʼm sure somewhere thereʼs a cure on WebMD!

Tomorrow will be mind blowing I promise!

But tonight, this tank is running on empty.

WAIT! What was that?!

That old familiar sensation…

Creeping from my chest down my legs..

And a sensual temptation…

Finally!

Fuck waiting for things to work,

I've got more than this to offer,

If your secrets are handcuffed and bound in leather,

Then Iʼm their god damn author.