The Perception Of Substance
Do I need drugs?
A little shot
Of creative fires
Of whatever it takes
'Till these words
Just vomit
Out as a rainbow
Perfection is there
Beneath
the
Smog
Yuck!
That stuff is nasty!
Just choke it down
With a cup of pills
And a pinch of bullshit!
It all makes sense
When you're high?
How does that even
Make
Sense?
Or does your
Motivation lie in
Shock
Therapy?
Well it's still
As random
As out of place
As a penguin
In July...
Arousing,
Fascinating
Yes;
But it's all
Still
Meaningless!
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