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Me, the Druggie

I’m stressed out,
I’m fed up.
Have a drink,
and light that blunt.
I want to be gone.
I want to be numb.
It doesn’t matter
if you think it’s dumb.
I’m comfortable with it,
and that’s all that matters.
Each blunt I roll
seems to get fatter and fatter.
Each sip I gulp
seems to get harder and harder.
Smoke cloaks the air
Alcohol coats my breath.
At least I still have control
of every thought in my head.
You say if I stay on this path,
then I’ll never be a winner.
But even with that,
I was still born a sinner.
So I never will win.
It’s been like that since
the beginning.
I inhale,
feel the burn,
then exhale,
and smile as I pass it
and end my turn.

(2014)

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