Rolex watches have never covered either of my wrists.
How can one have a wrist full of gold by isolating from anything bright lingering around them with,
An open flame burning beside a journal catching fire every time they’re focused on a spliff they must split!
From…
Yet,
I digress.
I refuse to burden anybody with addictions everybody is sprung!
Over…
Throughout every season where I take all I see with a grain of salt while I get closer,
To a goal only common for all who have died to be reborn,
Sober…
Reality is,
Only five percent of addicts recover without relapsing.
If I can’t be a part of that group,
Then,
Why waste another minute by rehashing,
What I and others must do to keep rehabbing,
From every eighth of weed I shamelessly seek after…
Why not spend my time reciting stories of atrocities I dream never happened?
Like,
America flourishing off of every human they’ve trafficked?
Every criminal in New York City streets let loose without consequence to their actions?
Each drug taking place of Love we refuse to spread over highs they would rather have,
Instead of an embrace from another any time they’re down,
Bad!
In…
A Circus show we’re stuck inside of as we’re given a choice,
Either join the madness!
Sit inside the same boat engaging in the same dance with demons flowing out your inner void,
Sewers in a mind pennywise from lacking a clamorous voice,
Or,
Separate from masses before ‘It’ takes over our mind as we’re bent out of shape by,
The beast we anoint!
Through our actions…
?
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