
‘I went to smell the roses but they had cocaine on them
I went to step outside and a corporation offered me a cigarette
I thought to try drink water but knew I couldn’t drown on that
I saw my childhood room, my womb in the reflection of a dirty brownstone
I sat with Jesus under toadstools and ate ergot with early Philosophers
I loved my friends deeply, when our Movement Did Make Art
I gave them a dark black brew in the morning when all these things came to collect
But there was nothing greener than a plant that did no harm
With her I could just retire, to a lonely life with a heavy heart and heavy lungs
Yes all these escapes are nothing, now beyond the eyes of those once loved
I am toxic and hated, less I’ll be intoxicated’.
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