Post Modernist Recycling

Shooting and smoking,
Just plain feeling good
Been talking to a beautiful girl
     And she’s been talking back

New  Years not off to a bad start after all.
Still no job and no car
     Well
           At least I’m high which is more then I can say for some
Walking around like zombies for no good reason at all
No weed
No dope
No poppers

Why are they dragging their feet
Who am I to judge sticking needles in my godforsaken arm
     Someday its just going to fall off  
used as a prop in some sort pornographic movie with midgets in it
Right on and a good time to be had by all

“Come one come all have one of the lollipop kids shove the poets decomposing arm up Your ass thats right"

Ladies and Gentleman this is for a limited time only get it while you can, Bring the whole family

Millions I tell you millions
Enough to buy more dope so the other arm falls off and from there the skies the limit
My god how I love thee let me count the ways
Don’t live too fast or you may die to old
     Balance my friends
           A simple kind of man
                       Fin