Effed Up Poem by J.R. Kelly

Pill popper
can't tell the difference between
euphoria and nausea.
A forced distortion of
reality
is all she is trying to find.

Gas huffer
doesn't mind that she can
barely walk straight.
This substance-infused
kingdom
is the paradise she has been searching for.

Booze binger
won't put down the bottle
until her tongue fails to articulate.
Her casually intoxicated
lifestyle
has created a separate entity.

Speed swallower,
plant smoker,
chemical tripper
is better off in her perfect little
drug-fueled utopia.

She has embraced a world of
ignorance.
Her monstrous evolution
has reached its peak.