11-21-2010, 01:17 AM
ALiteraryFailurePiece.
Oh, how I love you, sweet cocaine!
You're far better than Shania Twain
Chop, slice, with a credit card,
so any feeling I can discard.
Chop, slice, as an art,
before my brain falls apart.
Lower, sniff, it takes the Nick.
The drip tastes like three-day-old sick.
Lower, sniff, hide the feeling,
I am struggling to keep concealing.
Breath, swallow, so not to spew,
with a plan to take another or a few.
Breath, swallow, it's all okay.
What was that thought anyway?
Far away, smiling, there are little stars,
shining on your retinas like white, work cars.
Far away, smiling, you can't let it enter your head,
or this trip you will live to regret.
Screeching, drowning, beneath a crystal puff,
you only did it because times were rough.
Screeching, drowning, just one more,
you're sniffing the final dust from the floor.
Oh, how I love you, sweet cocaine!
I'm far more comfortable when you drive me insane.