Drugs make time move in strange ways.
| I glance at the clock Time snailed another inch forward Tock Slowly jolting along at its own pace Snap Seconds moving one at a time Bang A single one gone since I last looked Tick But that felt like forever Tock I look away leaning back into the chair Snap Turing my head to the right I regard my friends laying on the couch Bang I turn back to the clock Tick A whole half hour has gone Tock But I could have sworn I only looked at the clock a second ago Snap I turn to the couch but no ones there Bang I slip out of my chair and walk outside Tick There I find my elusive friends Tock Laughter fills the air but quickly turns to whooshing sounds Snap Wind rushes past me filling my ears Bang I start to sway so I sit instead Tick I watch as time starts to rush past again Tock It does occur to me that It might have only been a second ago since I sat Snap The lighter in my hand flickers to life Bang I don’t remember how it got there Tick But I drag on the joint that’s now in my mouth Tock Time is lost Because drugs are taken All I can say Is have a happy weekend |
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