Off to the Races (Poem)


What I gotta do to get this taste out my mouth
To get this bird out my brain
To get my head out this cloud

Just one sip and I’m off to the races

I’m not gonna slack
Got no time to be down

If it tastes good, looks good, feels good
I want it

Can’t get it outta my mind

That bird in my brain
Is like that monkey on my back

As long as they’re calm
I feel fine

But that high never lasts
I’m a fifty-yard runner

And when it’s all done
I’m a marathon bummer

So maybe next time I’ll drop outta that race
Slap that taste out my mouth
Blow that bird out my brain

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