Sobriety is Overrated

for want of a mirage, all your unused happiness glimmers rotten at the core drugs are rotten at the core i am rotten at the core/ what were you expecting/ someone nice/ give me a fucking break/ i’m out here dancing with the sober people/ jesusfuckingchrist/ the evasions, the baited traps, the suppositions/ i don’t mind getting fucked in the ass if i am really high/ this is the quiet life, an exile, i was not what they expected but then i never am/ people should do more drugs there is a current lack of interesting people taking interesting drugs/ i don’t much like alcohol with the exception of the pure white corn liquor my still makes out in the woods/ i live in the blueridge mountains, what does that mean, it means walking around at night is an adventure, a kind of roll of the le dice/ you could run into a bear out there we had bears in alaska but i lost that funding, too/ philanthropy wants you to think like they think and walk in goosestepping homogenized militaryboot formation/ they all claim they want to support projects where the people who work on the ground all think for themselves, and this is quite disingenuous, because what they really want are projects that articulate what has been done before because philanthropy is more timid than an adolescent date gone bad/ they’re the suits and you can trust them about as far as you can throw them — all the gates, and there are only two — one at the beginning of the field on the south side, and one on the north side, i fence in my weed because the deer will eat it i have no idea if they get high because getting is high is cut-and-dried, and every junkie ever born is an improvisation, uninured/ snapped extemporaneous/ and i can’t afford whiskey from the abc, we are all self-dosing ourselves, sobriety as the sanitarium in the chemist’s shop is high overrated/

and just to survive the complete stupidity of venture capital, i require fantastic tricks and drugs/ drugs serve as their whipping boy because they damn well know that the marxist masses would rebel/ we would overthrow them/ and you will never find my appalachian still and i do not care if you are the government/ the government of whom/ i grow enough weed for just my sober self which is about ten acres of it you will never find/