As If


As if a cigarette smoked with fury could alter that situation

Or that beer or shot of distilled finest could make a twist turn out better

Perhaps something oooey and gooey sugar laced

Will help an insult or a thoughtless stab

How about some mindless go nowhere chatter with people who don’t give a damn

Nothing from nothing at the end of the day still adds up to nothing

As if drug or drink or sugar or porn can ever make something bad into good

I was that nicotine occasional junkie

I am that sugar chaser seeking comfort when life and love beats me down

I am the proverbial chatter who keeps believing that there’s someone out there like me

Only to over and over again find the shallowness of man

There is nothing I can put on or in my body that will wash away the past and present stains

After the high of whatever I choose to medicate with

Underneath all the excuses when there is no noise or confusion

I will remain

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