Smart-alec Sonnet

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Here I sit, barely thinking,
Drawing blanks, cogitating,
Staring at the screen unblinking
Maybe I’m just vegetating.
I can not think, my brain’s just shrinking,
While my soul’s irritating
Urge to create has me thinking
Of all the ways I’ve been creating
Before, which while not drinking,
Left my heart and soul elating, 
Merry on such profound thinking,
Drunk on spirit’s satiating.
But wait! What’s this? Can it be?
I’ve filled up the lines! Clever me!