My head gets in front of my body.

Laced with infertile philosophies

in attempts to study the topography of my heart.

Butterflies mark that luck is near,

But I’m focused on beer and far too drunk

to simply be here.

Ethics be damned I need a real man to met my gaze. 

Smoke til I choke if only one toke,

 I’ll gladly get lost in haze.

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