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The Great Low Point of 2018
cig shit
nic sick
you haven't heard the half of it
I'm on a cleanse
I'm on the mend
how I feel?
it all depends,
did I eat today?
did I meditate?
the shakes they come,
then go away
my life's a lie
my life's a joke
I'm moody, stoned
I'm fucking broke
I wish I had a job to hate
I'm always early
or I'm much too late
my feet feel loose,
my words they droop
I'm angsty, tweaked, I need to regroup
I woke up dazed and hurt and sore
the EMT said I blew a .14
I told her I tend to faint a lot
she said "baby, you've got anemia"
I told her that was an aggressive gesture
she said girls like me need a better censor
nic sick
you haven't heard the half of it
I'm on a cleanse
I'm on the mend
how I feel?
it all depends,
did I eat today?
did I meditate?
the shakes they come,
then go away
my life's a lie
my life's a joke
I'm moody, stoned
I'm fucking broke
I wish I had a job to hate
I'm always early
or I'm much too late
my feet feel loose,
my words they droop
I'm angsty, tweaked, I need to regroup
I woke up dazed and hurt and sore
the EMT said I blew a .14
I told her I tend to faint a lot
she said "baby, you've got anemia"
I told her that was an aggressive gesture
she said girls like me need a better censor
Published 5th Aug 2020
Author's Note
this was inspired by my freshmen year of college when I got breathalyzed and almost arrested :)
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