Addiction

I don’t drink but I smoke
It is the only way for me to cope
Paper, cigarettes and dope
To lay down it is the scope.
I know what you are thinking.
Your eyes are blurring but you keep drinking
Another pint aids the crime to boost the denials of empty feelings
Another bottle down the sink
Never have you able to free think.
Alcoholics’ self-confidences
Few unstable steps are now a new style of silly dance
For weekly twenty-four hours of cheap romance.
It is the price to indulge on this vice and rape drugs are the friendly devices
To tell to a girl if she turn out to be your night’s wife.
How rude it is not to admit the true
Just around the corner both of you romantically stop to puke
Exchanging kisses which stinks
I love you baby
Let’s have another spike drink.
My devotions are a sweet picture
To my lady I perform enchanting poetry diction
Painting with smoke a different world’s fiction
Rich of love and deep in attractions
No drunk’s sex no distractions.
How nice is the night when I am coming back to home
From my daily 9 to 5
I put my mind on the high with her close to me
On my side
And I wonder why
There are so many suns on the midnight skies laughing at my mental condition
I know it is illegal but
I dig this addiction