What A Day Poem by ALICIA BOYKE

Sittin' on my @$$
Smokin' tons of grass
Poppin' pills
Gettin' thrills
Flowin' nice and fast
Hit the pipe
Feelin' right
In the dead of night
Eatin' these shrooms
Walkin' through different rooms
Seein' taxi cabs
Take these tabs
And fly beyond the stars
Hopin' in the car
Feelin' nice
I want some ice
Trip and fall
Snortin' this 8-ball
Trippin' hard
Take a tarot card
And see a drinkin' future
Take a shot
And smoke some more pot
Sittin' on this couch
Open my pouch
And find some crack
Perfect for my mack
A little special k
To make a perfect day
What goes up
Must come down
But without a frown
Oxycotton
Makes my teeth rotten
Crunch
Munch
And find some lunch
Tweedle de
Needle me
Injection
Subjection
To an overdose
But not before i cough
From huffin'
Dust-off
Dont fret
Instead
Light this ciggarette
What a day
What a day