Counting Steps

 

 

 

My countdown to reality

Just means I'm out of fun

I'm addicted that's for sure

But drugs I have not done

 

I'm not cuckoo for cocoa puffs

'Cause that shit's Satan's seed

Nor do I smoke the cannabis

Though Doc prescribes me weed

 

I'm just addicted to my mind

And daydreams are my dope

I feel each time I venture out

I'm tying my own rope

 

There are no twelve steps I can walk

Or meetings to attend

‘Hi I'm Polly I'm not here

But we can still pretend’

 

Nor could I be in such a group

A Polly more than twice

And just for fun I'd contradict

My own useless advice

 

Daydreams are anonymous

A fact few understand

I've tried to quit but everyday

My stash seems to expand

 

 

 
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