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this pen is a bad batch of coke in my nose.
like k-2 for a pot head.
it’s a synthetic text to my soul-
but its not illegal, baby,
so roll me up tight.

words so high i can escape my fingers...
and you, my own personal,
emotional maryjane.
two birds and one goddam stone.
But its still a goddam meth rock to my brain
even if you can buy it on the salt aisle
of bath & body works

ink aint no nicotine patch
taped on this addicted heart.
it’s a sniff of the next jay.
enough to get me through today
but drawin the same tracks up my arm
as those digits on your phone.

sticks ‘n stones, baby,
just hit me hard..
Because any abuse would be
rehab for this battered mind.
a straight jacket from synapses’ needles.
but words, boy, will crush these bones.

all i want is one more taste from your bowl.
but god knows, one is too many
and one more is never enough.