This poem is titled Methamphetamine
I don't sleep and I don't eat,
Methamphetamine is all I need,
A rock for you, a rock for me,
Do your rails and feel free,
Never fails, can't you see,
It makes jail jubilee,
Rise and hail, our new found passion,
It can stop affirmative action,
Snort that bitch up my nostril,
Feelin good... Now I go lift an anvil.
Finish the chores and do all the homework,
Do at leisure what'd make me berserk,
Cleaning the toilet isn't a dread,
If you've got methamphetamine in your head.
Roll that dolla up my balla,
Snort a line and give a holla,
But don't get greedy for Mr.Speedy,
Or there won't be none left for the needy.
Yes I'm the greatest, defeat my foes,
Oh ah...There's a fire up in my nose,
Drilling through my mucus like a train,
All the way up to my brain,
Don't sweat it...You will learn to love that burn,
You writhe in pain...it's my turn!
Breakin' up another line,
Another line, another line,
One more line for the road,
I will stop, when my membranes corrode,
Tweakin out and about to explode,
I can out-hop an African horned toad,
One more line, o one more line,
Just two more lines and I'll be fine!
Now...break out the bulb sir, I'm bored with the lines,
When it starts smoking, give me a sign,
I then will commence inhale,
Dunno if any is left still,
Wipe the pail and find the grail,
Then fire it up and examine the exhale,
Toxic fumes rising from chimneys,
Fuel exhaust enticing many,
Damn it's cached :(...well, there's perhaps a little tiny bit,
You can try, probably won't hit,
hit, I was wrong,
I've been up for too long.
Sniff...all is gone :(...load another bowl,Another
bowl? Why, yes please...
Snorting it makes me sneeze...
Yes is what I want to hear,
Bad idea to stop right there,
Break out the bag, don't be a queer,
I will stab you with my spear,
Don't suppress, do progress,
Finish all that we possess.
Firin' up another bowl,
Another bowl, another bowl,
Come'on dude mend my soul,
Set the goal, two more bowls,
There's no sense in gun control,
So why won't you load a bowl.
"Who wants this little bit here,"
My mind is clear, I've no fear,
"I'll do it", I volunteered.
It feels so good, and it feels so real,
Ring up W*****d cut a deal,
Here he comes, my benefactor,
Dishing it out like a tractor,
Peanut butter, or pink champagne?
...Only apathy in my brain,
It's all good if you ask me.
Hand me the sack, I wanna see,
Looks like good shit, yes sir ree.
Another night another high,
Just repeat till you die,
Sure I look 40 when I'm 18,
But at least now my house is clean. Current Mood: stressed