Half-gone Water Well

Cook me some dope
So I can reminisce
And find comfort
In my memories.

Sweet solace.

I'm one with my mind
As the clock is one
With time.

I was a little early
Cause our watches weren't
In sync.
Suppose I oughta have checked.

My skin hugs me tightly
But in some places
I could use a little toning.
Still, the embrace is nice.

It's the thought that counts
When he says,
"I'm going to make love to you."
Maybe he meant well.

Love isn't made,
Nor forced.
Sobriety versus a farce-
I'm feeling somewhat parched.

The tap runs the coldest,
Clearest water
You'd ever heard
In my dreams.
That's when I slake
My entirety.

Sweet satisfaction.

I can't get none
When I'm not
At least half-gone,
Or half-home.
Wherever that means I'm going
Is unknown.

Cut me a line,
Chop it real fine.
Lined it up nice,
You're so tidy.