Black Magic Powder

I slither out from the rock I rest Not feeling so bright, not the best My face feels fake, like a painted clown Nothing phases me, my expression, a frown One thing I'm sure get me into the shower So I scoop one-half cup of the black magic powder Into the pot the black magic goes The aroma, tantalizing, into my nose A mystical potion, poured into the cup About enough, to wake a bull up I took a drink, from the abyss Like a shot from an arrow, awoke my senses The more I drank, the better I felt Like getting whipped with a fine, leather belt Revived I was, alive as could be But for how much longer? We shall see All was well, until the seventh hour Twas time for some more, black magic powder I made it through the day, it was a blast The best part of it, was the part where I crashed