I was
caught thinking when I wasn't smoking or drinking.
Am I
addicted? …me
I don't
see how that could be.
Mad at
myself.
I only
hunger for food snacks
Not
wealth,
Screw
ambition, health, much less anything else.
When I
was younger I would get mad
at my
dad
Because
he blew smoke.
Now me,
my brother, and all my friends toke.
With
it's scent controlling me
Covering
me down to my cuticles.
And in
the midst of chaos I would think everything
...is
just beautiful.
But
what I am on has got me paranoid.
Life
without it would be a void.
Everything
will be DESTROYED.
But
I must maintain as carcinogens
swirl around my head.
Leaving
me half alive but mostly dead.
I
always seems to have just enough to make my vision
a
little hazy,
wanting to be lazy,
talking crazy...
But I'd
still have to go to work.
Giving
people a withdrawal attitude
with a
silly smirk.
You see
I am in customer service
But I
don't work for you I work for me.
The
best part of my check, is the part
that
helps sets my demons free.
Now,
I'm broke so can I get a hit for free?
And if
you've got a couple of seeds left
could
you save them for me.
After
you puff, may I hit?
I'll
even take that shake shit.
That's
how it is when you have to have something
And you
all know what I mean.
'Cause
at one time or another
we all
have been fiends.
MG
Hardie ©