you pen can be your rum

your pen can be your rum,like me
the depression of affairs can end thus;
a sheet drinking pints of ink
now that your hand has come a machine
stiffing itself in accordance to annoyance
writing and writing,you seek some solace
like a drunk cherishes his jar,and wine;
mostly more the times even more depressed
your ink can be seen being gozzled,
by sober scrolls you aught to fill