time I reach the party
all the drugs
have already been played
(a recurring theme)
my selfish friends!
I just wanted a little toy-toy for me!!!
to let the drugs
do the talking
get the monkey off,
write myself off on
okay, I’ll drop the code
if you’ll quit coding with me
all you can offer
is flattery
& these wedges of lime
sure, there’s booze & pot
(downers covered)
like you said
but I arrive &
everyone’s leaving
whispering “life’s too short
for this dreck”
(am I that undanceable?)
leaves me no choice but
to steal your lines
drink you dry
crashland on your couch:
when you kick me awake
I'll be itching,
pestering you
to make that call
(fingers crossed),
drive across town for pills