Only drugs can make you write like that
Not possible with mere mortality
But only sobriety
Can get you to think rationally
So all the gorgeous symphonies
You dreamt up initially
Lose their coherency
Come the come down
And the wake up call
Suddenly those fantastic ramblings
Mean fuck all
I’d rather get lost nowhere
Than find myself on the way there
Because otherwise what’s the point
In meeting that destination?
And those same drugs
Line up the infestation
So you wrote these lines
That were funky
The odd one funny
So clever and chunky
Fat with metaphor
Similes never heard before
And meanings not once discovered
But you found it, didn’t you?
Melted on your mate’s sofa
Or in the middle of the dance floor
Scribbled it on something
You can’t work out fully once the sun pours
And how heartbreaking
Cos you know it would’ve changed everything
If only you had a friend to sing
Cos you’re ugly, red eyed face
Ain’t made to disgrace
The gorgeous words that lace page
And bring
Hungry eyes to starving ears
Just fuck all this off
And stick on the gear
At least you get something
When you’re off your head
What you achieving
With all the clever things you’ve said?
What do you earn
When you’re just touching heart?
What’s the point in an audience
For the end
When no one gave a shit at the start?
Oh so typical, oh so smart
Oh so obvious
You’re picking to fall apart
That is when you wrote the best poems
That is when you made the greatest art
But you lost every friend
And every opportunity
That mind, so sharp
Dulled and bent
Like an old pub’s best dart
Do what you want
Keep creating great things
That are gibberish when you sober
I suppose if you keep losing marble
Making stuff to marvel
Then it’s never really over
But you’re so much more
Than a ten bag or a notebook
Go on, get out there
Lace up those stomping boots
And take your collar off the coat hook…
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 