Not Important

There are so many drugs
That I have never tried
There are so many idiots
To whom I've never lied
There are so many porn mags
I haven't had time to hide
But none of that's important
Because yesterday I died.

Today I slept for forty hours
But yesterday I died
Took acid and fought a football team
But yesterday I died
"There's medication for us all"
Joshue Homme cried
But except for these last two lines
This poem has been a lie.