i thought about the title My dreams of being high when i was sober and wanted to get high and then i wrote this little poem while i was finally high.

high till i die
smoke till i choke
off this artichoke
mastery of my sword
smoke turns into chronic
im getting high, off this, bubonic
plague, spread, into tonic, mix with gin
and you get gin & tonic
im running like supersonic
across the huked on phonic nation
with my sword i'm a do my masturbation
with my sword i'm a destroy the nation
with my sword i'm a cut your ration
with my sword
with my sword
GOOoOooOOooOOoOoOoOooooOOoD
im a spit this into the mix
im a spit, this into the mix
i'll fucking break you off like a twix
make you moan till you groan
now your life force is dead
now your giving me head
now your
now your fucking me dead
on top of my bed
till my sperm turns red
now youve been fucked
right before i ran amuck
and gave your life force a nip/tuck
cause everyone needs a little make up
schwing schwing
i just light the tip
and then get cash on my lip
damn sometimes my dick gets stiffed
and sometimes my life force gets ripped
damn i'm feelin lonely