Right After The L-Tryptophan Kicks In, But Before The Ativan Rush Poem by Nat Z. Punx

and she's probably into damn near everything
me i can't say too much neither
i really can no longer relate
to anything
love, politics, payoff
even as sport
joyless to me
hell i have enough civil wars anyway
brewing in my head
600.000 million stoner cells wiped clean
taken out of commision
infrustructure shut down
the toll rising like the sun
as the ranks thin
with your odds
blood
and hope
when will the troops come home
when and where
will this senseless campaign
for sobriety stop
i'll tell you when
when i finish this bottle of corktop
now shaddap and drink