BingeA Poem by Scooby
Binge By: Nick Workman Looking forward to a drug binge That turns my blood orange. Suck it up in a syringe. Rip a door off of the hinge; It needs to go in storage. Goldilocks, where’s the porage? Wait, now where the in the world am i? I’m trying to write about this s**t But my brain’s still on stand-by. Take another hit… M**********r, why cant i? I can’t f*****g see straight And just don’t seem to know why. Lose my train of thought some more ‘Til I wind up on the bathroom floor. Gotta puke so break down the door Get off the toilet you f*****g w***e! Gotta empty out so I can take some more. Don’t care if each drug can further rot my core. My life is a bore when the high dies down. Seems not too long ago I was in a cap and gown I’m the king of the junkies now, b***h. See my crown? I’m far past my graduation. These drugs are more than an infatuation I don’t hesitate to say they’re inspiration High as f**k, I’ll take over this great nation With euphoric elation, I awake in my room Passed the f**k out last night, will this be my doom? Dead or alive, it’ll all be over soon. But while I’m still here… f**k it… “let’s go to da moon!” This all has been going on since June of last year. And now I just sit here drinking beer after beer. Drug after drug with no one to hug, just wish I could see clear All I know now is the brutal end of my binge is near. © 2009 Scooby |
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Added on September 19, 2009 Author
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