DIY is not all that it is cracked up to be
Assistant knew the score.
Prove yourself
It’s for my dad, honest!
Ashen filthy look
But not a care
Brown rancid sticky
Ten-bob a pour
Supermarkets held containers
Plastic, lethal without air vents
Grab as many as you can
Time to reach for the peach.
Desolate place begin the ritual .
Saliva becomes warm
Lungs bursting with acrid fumes.
Cold sore pain numb .
Swirl takes the brain.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Breathing heavier now
World you are mine.
In and out in and out
Bag resembles snakeskin
A consequence?
Not at the moment.
Look for the stars
Owned by him
Take it onboard.
Reality is lurking.
Over... it’s over,
O fuck ,
Why did I have to come back?
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