Twenty-One

Cigs, Cigs,      
Cigs, all the      
Cigs, they      
Get me      
Through my          
Days.      
    
I enjoy the      
Sound of pills      
Rattling in a      
Freshly filled      
Script.      
    
Adderall      
Gets me      
Moving and      
Xanax    
Floats me    
Back Down  
To my  
Pillow.      
    
Day turns to      
Night and I      
Can’t feel the      
Difference--      
    
Just one      
Continuous      
Comatose      
State I can’t      
Escape.    
    
Shots, Shots      
Shots, I wan’t      
Another.I like      
Tequila and      
Whiskey--      
    
Cheap house      
Doubles and        
Vicodin to stay    
Comfy.      
    
When you got      
Money to blow,      
Blow is the      
Way to go.  
Love when it        
Snows in my      
Nose and oh,      
God how I      
Love that      
    Drip,    
  Drip,      
Drip.      
    
One day,I may       
Find myself      
Stuck in some      
Hospital or      
Rehab but      
Until that      
Time,I’ll be      
Alive.      
    
I’m only      
Twenty one so      
Give me it      
All. Up, Down,      
Numb, and      
Trippy--three      
Day binges and      
Many beautiful    
Women.        
    
Yes.  
   Yes.  
      Yes.      
    
I'm riding it      
Out until the      
Party stops and      
Sun drops.      
No mercy and      
No regrets,      
Just some      
Great tales        
I’ll never      
Forget.