a poem for all you waiting for your next high like im doing right now its 6:24 pm and im a pick up some weed at 9:00 how paintstaking life is without drugs

im sitting over here eating lobster
yes its me the unidentified mobster
theres a thin line that seperates me from the monster
i rack your brains and make the pulse beat in your vein
im going after superman like i captured lois lane
with some kryptonite you can feel the pain
lifes lost now all there is rain
as the sad story of a hero turns into a failure
the windowed view of an outside city does blur
sober till the sun sets in the sky
im sitting here patiently waiting for my next high
this sadistic feeling torments my rights
emotional peaks done reached their flight
their withdrawal done took all my might
before i got tired of the same ol shit
i take a cigarette and feen for that last hit
i got experimental drugs dancing in my mind
i got experimental drugs making me blind
the cruel words of sanity i do define
living for the same ol shit time after time
how dull life is without drugs
without them tipsy spins and blurred hugs
just sitting on my ass doing nothing
when i wish i was high and fucking
im bored... call me
leave me a message on my cellular if i had one
but i got cash only for weed you can call me a bum
got so high i couldnt talk people woulda think im dumb
had some cookies before reached down for that last crumb
been through low points in my life but none like this
its like living life lavishly till the chronic runs out
then its like a minute to minute fighting bout
against the time in this universe i want to shout
with all my might im my own mentor
attempting to escape the loss of interest
in my room i make a monstrous mess
trying to act my best at not giving a fuck
trying to act like i just ran amuck around life
peace i shout to you while im sitting here
down and blue from the crawling of
just sitting here waiting for my drug dealer to come through
shit stank like poo and im just waiting to realize
that if its true it can be found waiting
two joints for the rest of the day
makes me lay and wait till i hit that hay
then i will have play for the rest of the day
and it will be the most wonderful thing in this boringest existence
fighting against the ticking time it feels like resistance
and the power to stop it is so distant
but if i try to remember it its so nonexistent
cant remember so i sip on this water
break it down to molecules its h 2 0
it soothes my thirst and passes time
an inch of a second its like molecular
i want to be around girls her her and her
i want to watch them strut and wear fur
move across the floor like an engine
looking like an angel sent from above
to shower me with her waterly love
playing together like two infant cubs
waiting till 9 to get my 3.5 dubs
trying to think of shit that i loves
and in the end all there is are hugs


i finished this at 6:56 pm