Popular Drugs Poems

Write a line, keep it neat, count the words, rhyme it sweet. Should I form? Or freely flow? And what to say, though, who will know? If I pour out, cathartic words, I make absurd, and whipped fear stirs. And who's this muse, who writes through me? Sometimes I read, but that's not me. I read it twice and twice again, I use my thumbs, I crave the pen. I write for me, I write for you, you want a hit, a line or two. I'm not quite sure, I write like drugs, I spend too much time, on this fucking site!

I like knowing the booze is there
For those moments when I need to chill out
Everyone has their vices
I got a comfy chair
A weighted whiskey glass
A martini glass that isn't too small

A man like me needs to be prepared
I charge everything on credit cards except booze
Liquor needs to be cash
Brings me back to my humble days
I need that

So now you're better
and everyone should care
about your amazing recovery
while trying to pick up
and piece together
all the shit you destroyed
on your path to
"look what I can do"
???

Fuck off.

I miss your feedback
You have such an awesome mind
That's the beer talking