Fuck the Sky

He told me:
"It'll burn like nothing you've ever felt
Don't cough
or sneeze
or do anything but swallow the drip.
And you'll feel like a god.
I swear you will."
So he rolled up the bill
scraped the sink with my speedy card
passed the single to me
and said
"You're up big-dog."
I write this
as I sit
on my throne
of molly.


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