Rock Diet

Things you see
on the table
on the rider
bags of oxycotins
lora tabs
vicadins
valiums
percasets
piles of coke
weed
an entire array of whisky
vodka
jager
151 rum
and tequila
there is always more
we need more
excess has no boundaries
except
sleep
and death
the insanity inbetween
only fuels the gravitation
back to the safety
of drug induced comas
where happiness exists
while the pain of humanity
ebbs away
like the receeding tide
as the moon stop
ceasing all further ocean movements
it is showtime
load up
numb up
feel good
and forget for a bit
that life shall never
get any better than this