Off The Road

Drug abuse
It happens seven times a week but at least the week happens
We’re living and that’s the only thing that cares
One box for two we figured
We learnt the hard way that if you start early enough it’s not enough for one
The early bird gets the numbers
And the numbers pile up
Off to the store for more!
Think we got enough glass for two?
Easily and then some
In and out and back home or at least someone’s home
Starting from scratch, it wasn’t long before the pile grew back
All box like and different colours
“Where’s my smoke?”
“You don’t want it with those lungs”
“I’ll say yes or no if I feel like it”
Then laughs
3 turns into 9 then 8
Even the sun takes a break but we don’t
All workaholics or “holics” of some sort
The girls more intense than the boys
All competing and higher
Colder but not from less clothes
Nails
Fresh hair cuts
Rotten thoughts
Soft lips smoking hard cigarettes
Kicking heels
Candy noses
Red
Red from all the white
Oversized thighs
Good size I should say
Ripped jeans but not from that
Everyone’s motion’s slurred
Luckily we’re off the road
Not sure if it’s the right path but it feels good
Everyone done in just right
The lawn smokers
The fishes
The candy crushers
The vision seekers
The snow burners
Everyone cool and mixed into the burning pot, fused with the others favourite
I never did melt blanc, tho I didn’t mind the scent
Numbed bone from nose was plenty
Always kept me straight
The next levels in the bathroom playing doctor
The newly hurt interns saying “Do me”
The experience check for pulse
Or for vein anyway
Finds a good one
Patience leaves a different person
I never did like hospitals