Smoking on something deadly
Choking on laughter
Cracking jokes about something touchy
Trying to touch the sun
Reaching for the surface & some.
Touching up on love
Loving something lethal.
Eating ether with some nicotine and beer
Fearing nothing other than themselves
“But we’ll never tell ‘cause that’s pussyshit” said the poets.
Glowing as bright as the ember on the end of a cancer stick
Lit with the infamous lighter of the demon hoarding devil sellouts & an empty A in the middle.
Spitting riddles like scripture.
Doing their best to describe the perfect picture
Of hell
& heaven
& love
& life
& death
& society
& bullshit but never sobriety.
With crippling depression & anxiety
We fed the fire of our oppressors hoping the flames would catch us all
Instead we got caught slipping
& the singeing of our hairless testicles meant that it's time to BECOME the flames & burn those motherfuckers.
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