Drugs Poem by Phillip James

With the traits of an addict I just try to manage my everyday day to days without any mishaps happening.
But more and more it seems thats my re-accruing pattern and now I'm back at it.
Dollar over the plate tunneling cane relapsing agian indulging in bad habits.
Two lines every hour on the hour like it was prescription medicine- doing away with stressful matters.
Though I try and keep it together life unscrews the bolts in my mind like pipes-busted by water pressure and I cant stand it nor do i wanna resist the high.
Call myself the traveling man when i get to the end of the line.