My Crutch Poem by Russell Michael Skidmore

I've traveled around the states and what do I see. Here and there no matter all misery. I don't know how so many stay straight and use no crutch. Me I deal by smoking and by smoking I mean much. Everyday When I Wake I blow a bowl of weed before I lay my head at night I smoke some more indeed I stay stoned most all day long it's hard to stir my will but without my crutch you rub me wrong your life I want to steal Some say it makes good medicine some say it's good for sleep but with all that's wrong in this world I use it to stop my weep I tried to put it down not to touch it anymore every time I try that though I'm picking myself from the floor so no crutche is what you're using teach me to do the same because I think without my crutch I'll slowly go insane