Sometimes you just don’t feel like doing it
My non-existent audience don’t know I exist
Why bother in the art of putting finger to computer?
When all I want to do is bang the keys with my fist
So here I am once again pouring my feelings out
When you think the well is dry you require faith
Perhaps the reason that I can’t be bothered
Is because I’ve just consumed about half an eighth
I was going to leave it there but I force myself on
Demons have infiltrated my weakened mind
Now I live my life in virtual reality passive mode
Scrolling endless websites to see what I will find
I tell myself that I am researching knowledge
That will be useful when the masses begin to awake
But with that knowledge I must do something
Or else I will feel very guilty at humanity’s wake
So here I am thinking about what to share
That will somehow inspire the reader to action
As I puff more smoke I begin to realise my reality
All I have left in supply is a quarter of a fraction
Perhaps the fact I can’t get any at this time of day
Will make me consider just how badly I need it
And even though I can’t be arsed going for more
If I don’t get high, I’ll start to realise my life is shit
Cheers!
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