Angel Hair Poem by Aram Stefanian

What do you usually do when you're hurting?
Blow your fuse, blow snow, or blow everybody off?
You could pot out, and afterwards pork out.
Still stoned out, you need to booze up and sleep it off.
Suffering from the morning after, you shoot up skag.
One more peace pill and you're in Elysian Fields.
Numbed out on angel hair, you can't fight demons:
To irresistible temptation your mind yields.
Hallucinations with silo are giving you the shaft,
You need a rolling buzz until kingdom come.
Your soul gets stir crazy and tries to beat it.
You wanna stop playing around and take it on the lam.