Bummage Poem by Michael Webb

I got so high
I lost my brain
Felt like a fly
Flushed down the drain
Why should I
Have to abstain
We won't say goodbye
If we don't meet in the first place
A poke in the vein
Makes me feel fine
I forgot your name
I stopped at the line
Between pleasure and pain
Nevermind
As soon as it enters inside
I feel like
I can feel something
That I can't describe
I wonder what bugs think
When they climb
You know what bugs me
How I weigh less than yesterday
By bones are trying to escape
The skin in which they suffocate
But I will suffer less
If I sniff this upper
No longer under stress
Just under the spell
Of a drug, a drunken mess
Strums his guitar
Hums about nothin
Looking up in the sky
A dim star
Stuck in the dark
In a cluster of others
Some near and some far
Stretched as far as rubber
Just a dummy wrecked in a car
Crashing under the influence
Shuffled like a deck of cards
52 picking up his fix at the picket fence
Separating him from the pimp that kept
Him in a cycle that only ends
Once his moneys spent