Hooked On Pot!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Gotta Have it!

Submitted: January 25, 2017

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Before Coffee:

 

I rose without my intelligence, my common sense still sleeps,

Unlike the rest of me, they decided to sleep in, and not leap

 

from the warmth of the blankets, into this freezing nightmare

of jagged pieces of ideas, I'm telling you, it just ain't fair!

 

My thoughts are like looking through the bottom of a glass

filled with quicksand, see? What'd I tell you, complete morass,

 

a glass of quicksand; well now, that makes absolutely no sense.

If you're looking for coherence, I'm afraid its all past-tense.

 

Why am I awake? I sure as hell don't want to be,

The King of Bullshit has made his royal decree.

 

'Today shall blow, let it be known throughout the land,

good fortune shall not shine upon you, from now on tis banned!'

 

After Coffee:

 

The birds are singing, what a beautiful sunrise,

all conclusions I reach will now be thoughtful and wise.

 

All my thoughts are clearly in focus and crystal-clear,

as I revel in sharp focus, all traces of doubt will just disappear.

 

I'll go boldly into the future, type, and think some more,

no matter how strange or bizarre, all ideas are explored.

 

I'm typing and drinking, ah, life-giving nectar, the black gold,

I'm telling you, hear me know, this dance never gets old.

 

Ah, reach for the pot to pour some more, and, what's this?

 

The bitch is empty; feel myself free-falling into the abyss,

 

the abyss of having none; I'm in the grip of withdrawl.

Are you fricking kidding me? There's none, none at all?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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