Nyaope Drugs

I acknowledge knowledge as porridge For courage, within which privilege Is in storage kept hostage of carriage We scoop in mileage through marriage We are rolling what's burning bright: Drugs through deep kiss set alight, Such romantic lips to drawing death Fix me high bed six feet under earth. I rest arrested by the powdered weed, Buried in me deep as a knife went to seed. Dreams have had me worried sick Mind swollen with thoughts thick. So is one's character as a shoe to fit, When misplaced foot is in a deep pit? As one under wonder I ponder in order For path of my feet & castle of my seat. Then never shall I wait for a miracle I'm nothing less to oneself than oracle!