MORNING HELP

Sedation used to bring on creation, euphoria used to bring on elation.

Can't live withhout it,

nor with it.

Chills bumping onto my skin,

                                    gotta crawl out of it,

 cause this jones just might win.

This leathery yet slimy film that covers my bone marrow.

Oh God help me. My sight has become too narrow.

              If only I could morph into a sparrow, and I'd fly away.

fly away.  See me up there waving good-bye?

  So, whom reallly gives a damn?

When I open up and bleed.

Loosers like me, caked with mistakes.

  My past is all over my future, is it too late?

                        I disgust myself.

Gotta crawl out out of this violated skin.

Morph into that sparrow and than, I just might win.

But I feel the the bile making it's way up once more.

   I pound into my head and I shout "NO, I will not score!"

                    Instead I do what a good junkie does.

I substitute for what I wish it was.

         Hoping to make the pain go away, without a spoon or straw.

                      Because last night, man, I really laid down the law!

Yeah, last night I laid down the law.

So instead, trembling, I brush my teeth,

      and I cough up a thing or two,

I grab a bottle of codeine and swallow more than a few.

    I eat a sedative,

A barbiturate, I think that should help.

   After taking all this legal medicine,

I feel much more like myself.

 Warmth now consumes my being,

As straight becomes the world I'm now seeing.

                The lie is now put on hold

                As I'm ready now to face the world.

With just a little push, I get started on my day.

 Legal medicine in hand, to help along the way.

       And it's pride I feel as I walk out my door.

             For I am straight, and I did not score!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!