An Ode to Us, Lost Vegas

Stacks of empty beer cases
Leaning tower of shot glasses
Familiar faces in recent places
We are the ones who lace us
Standing on layers of cigarette filters
No one has an extra smoke either
Busting missions to parties so far
When there's no gas in your damn car
There's a bag filled with toxins
Reaching in we pick our poison
Moonrocks and emotional battles
All the serotonin our brain can handle
The feeling of not feeling anything
Like shots of morphine in my drink
Disconnect from your xanex connect
"I got you next paycheck" still in debt
Every dealer claims the dankest tree
Straight from dispensaries in Cali
Cocaine sticks of cigarette
Don't suffice when you get it wet
Triple C's and Agent Lemon
To meditate in different dimensions
Sacred powers of dextromethorphan
Magical mushrooms to experience nature
Land of rocks, more rocks and dust in the air
Acid coat soaked paper
Not even twice
Just read my poem, LSDemons later
Tweakers cradling crystals nightly
Spend their days spinning pookies
Dragon chasers of burning black
Relapse reality through safe houses in rehab
To the punks, hippies and ravers
Cheers to happy substance abusers
And everyone else somewhere in between
Together we compose a requiem for a dream
So much passion for the things we love
A wasted daze from youth fucking up
These holes in the desert that we dug
In this place that's so lost
We find naive ignorant bliss
We're the lost and found
Of Sin City, Las Vegas