please don't talk to me about 
how all addicts should be put to death 
If you've never cracked the joke: 
"Ah, I've had two drinks. Now I'm finally sober. 
Now I'm finally me" 
and been right. 

;

 

please don't talk to me about those 

milk-fed good vibes 

and treat me like a tumor 

when my legs finally break from 

the weight of the world relieved by me 

doomed to glue-making.

;

And so, you flew 

(what an awe, what a spectacle, what a delightful god-fearing feat: some would say a miracle, but we knew better)

but once you could 

I found much weightier vanes 

and couldn't keep up. 

suddenly it wasn't your problem anymore.

;