3 days since the
nasal operation and
3 days with a head
about to blow and
a body on the brink
of salty dissolution,
unable to smoke
and barely drink
i couldn't take it anymore
so i took a pill.
What kind is it? she asked,
300mg RATIO-EMTEC, i say,
and she disregards me with a
'bah, Nada.'
well god damn!
if
painful urination,
hallucinations,
severe confusion,
and seizures
and convulsions
are you cup of tea
for side-effects,
I'll trade you
any day
for good old
pot.
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