Binge

Binge

By: Nick Workman

 

Looking forward to a drug binge

That turns my blood orange.

Suck it up in a syringe.

Rip a door off of the hinge;

It needs to go in storage.

Goldilocks, where’s the porage?

Wait, now where the in the world am i?

I’m trying to write about this s**t

But my brain’s still on stand-by.

Take another hit…

M**********r, why cant i?

I can’t f*****g see straight

And just don’t seem to know why.

Lose my train of thought some more

‘Til I wind up on the bathroom floor.

Gotta puke so break down the door

Get off the toilet you f*****g w***e!

Gotta empty out so I can take some more.

Don’t care if each drug can further rot my core.

My life is a bore when the high dies down.

Seems not too long ago I was in a cap and gown

I’m the king of the junkies now, b***h. See my crown?

I’m far past my graduation.

These drugs are more than an infatuation

I don’t hesitate to say they’re inspiration

High as f**k, I’ll take over this great nation

With euphoric elation, I awake in my room

Passed the f**k out last night, will this be my doom?

Dead or alive, it’ll all be over soon.

But while I’m still here… f**k it… “let’s go to da moon!”

This all has been going on since June of last year.

And now I just sit here drinking beer after beer.

Drug after drug with no one to hug, just wish I could see clear

All I know now is the brutal end of my binge is near.