All Methed Up
Be quiet,
I hear something outside.
All crazy looking,
and bug-eyed.
Chill bro
your all METH-ED- UP and high,
Watch TV,
relax get some shut eye.
I thought I seen someone,
moving in the back yard.
Day four,
why don't you smoke another shard?
Your mumbling, rambling,
on and on you make no sense,
You're in a frenzy,
and full of suspense.
You claim you have a good time,
just let me be,
It's three am,
and your house is lit up like a Christmas tree.
You have 22 projects,
scattered around the room.
How much meth,
can one man consume?
Chill bro,
your all METH-ED-UP and high.
Watch TV,
relax get some shut eye.
You're chasing the white dragon,
you're up to no good,
Terrorizing friends,
family and the neighborhood.
You broke your pipe,
you're searching for foil.
Take a couple hits,
watch the dragon uncoil.
When was the last time?
you got some sleep.
Close your eyes,
try counting sheep
You have been wearing,
the same clothes for three days,
It's got to be rough,
living in a meth haze.
It's difficult to decipher,
fact from fiction,
This is the life of a meth user,
and his addiction.
TURBO1904
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2021
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