killacaine4209
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Mar 2, 2013
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Thought some-one might like this.....I wrote it yesterday.........
The California Sun shines bright, so warm
yet inside of myself, I feel so cold
Just barely a week into turning
that always macabre age of thirty years old
and it's not like I've really set the World on fire
with my success, you know
but fuck it, I'm from West Stockton
and that's how wanna-be white-boy gangsta's like to roll
You really wanna know what I think was dumb?
Something I really wish I had never fucking done,
was swallow that first pain-pill
that never made me feel pleasure that real or even fun
Barely even helped murder that God-damned pain
that late at night, when a full moon
shines through the spring rain
can cause a man once sane
to go crazy, lunatic insane
truthfully the pills don't work that well
but it still becomes a compulsive habit
before you can even begin to tell
if a person has the mind of an addict
This ain't the sixties nor the seventies
and maybe we've learned not to trust The White Rabbit
or at least, not entirely
I've been unemployed ever since Barnes and Noble fired me
I can't get another job 'cause I can't pass a piss test
so no-one will hire me
These long nights with no sleep
are starting to tire me
Yet I fear I'm already in too deep
as the pain in the joints of my body worsen
to the point where I want to weep
and I know that hydrocodone will bring sweet relief
if even for a period of time that is all too brief
I'm starting to seriously believe that the pain
the pills take away doesn't match the grief
I feel when I'm lying alone in my bed
with strange thoughts echoing about in my head
smoking on that weed
trying to keep my muddled mind off the fact
my legs are absolutely crawling
Sweat pours down my face
as I'm trying to figure out what is causing
the stomach cramps and when the liquid diarrhea
comes, I'm like 'No shit, I'm withdrawing.'
I suffer through it all but total abstinence
is something I always seem to be PAWSing
Man, I'm not going to lie but I do love to get so high
that my head dips down as I'm nodding
off with a cigarette burning a hole in the flesh
of my hairless, white chest
Another stoned reject stuck West-Bound
In the City of Stock-town
And, Mama, I swear if I don't die from an over-dose
some-day I'll actually have money
to buy you some new clothes
Until then......in Body, Spirit, and Mind
I will continue to struggle and strive
and try to make it out of this life alive
(in the two-oh-nine)
Kazinsky
W(2)E(0)S(9)T
022813
-- God Bless the Dead --
