I am bitter hops, disguised by my fermented sweetness on your lips.
I am the worm that you should not have eaten, and
I am at the bottom of a bottle that you should not have opened.
I am the kine, turning your mind inward in epic battle against its desire.
I am ecstasy, forcing my roller coaster upon your emotion and your body.
I am cocaine, and I will numb your senses and race your mind along this track.
I am a mushroom at the tip of your rabbit hole.
I am the smack that will drop you to your knees like a pimp to his ho.
I am acid, a vision that is not there, on a trip you did not take.
I am drugs, and
I am bad, m’kay.
Friday, September 11, 2009
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