Drunk as a Poet
Drunk as a poetThat's the term I like to use
Gives rise to the thought
That it's alright to abuse
Substances that take us
To altered states or planes
Allowing us to be freed
From the shackles and chains
Of everyday existence
Filled with sorrow or pain
Now free to record
What is felt and or heard
A free flowing conciousness
Connected yet alone
Narrating just outside us
Looking down from above
A state of truth not yet seen
Or, if ever; really known
Coming alive on paper
From mind, to hand and pen
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