Poetry / I take a puff.
I take a puff,
Of my ventolin,
It has the power of preventin’
Spasm…
Caused by the other stuff,
That makes my lungs rough,
From time to time,
When I cough up,
Shit and grime and,
Force my alveoli into,
Compulsory overtime,
So I take a break,
For my body’s sake,
To absorb more oxygen,
Let the system,
De-tox again,
And plenty of water,
Still or fizzy,
Apparently ought-a,
Along with vit C,
Help eradicate any,
Radicals,
Runnin’ free,
And takin’ a piss,
Inside me!
Contaminating this temple,
Morphing this cell structure,
Into somethin’more…
Sinister…
It’s a warning,
Realisation’s dawning,
That the best time to stop,
Is not tomorrow morning,
But tonight,
Right?
Used to think the word “Alight”,
Was to strike,
A match,
But now it’s about,
Gettin’ off or…
Steppin’ down to the platform,
Of habitual reform,
Before it’s too late…
Peace to Beatle George,
Time couldn’t wait,
Rest in peace Son,
Life was sweet,
Lord…
Life was short,
But seemed fun,
Hey John, would you have lasted if you hadn’t been shot?
You had the lot,
Took pleasure in the drag,
Of a Rock n’ Roll fag,
Peppered with hash,
From your mountainous stash,
So many highs,
But deep inside,
Your arteries silently…
Calcify,
We smile and we laugh,
And shout,
“What the fuck,
We’re young and we’re happy,
We’ll ride our luck!!”
Brave words soon die,
In the blink of an eye,
When youth has passed by…
You layin’ in a hospital bed,
With regret and one word,
Why?
Why me?
It can’t be…
I had a pact with infinity,
Immortality,
Blessed me,
I don’t understand it,
I’m only 43!!
I’m built to last,
Not go on by-pass,
I drink green tea,
And loads of cranberry,
And sport, sport, sport,
Every day on the TV,
Come on God,
You’ve gotta believe me,
Hold out your hand and free me,
I’ll join your flock, surely will!!
Can you hear me knock?
Brother Lucifer gave me a good time,
For so many years,
Through out my prime,
But I committed no crime,
Well…
Apart from illegal drugs that is!
You know,
Uppers and downers and a little bit of whiz,
But I’ve changed,
No longer deranged,
I live the life of the healthy,
In a nice little flat down in Chelsea,
And I’m scared that I won’t make fifty….
I’m prayin’ that it’s not too late,
That I get your blessing and a break,
Now,
Cos’ I love life but I’m sick…
FUCK!!
All this self-pity’s,
Pretty pathetic,
I’ve had enough…
I’ll take a puff.
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