A RUNNING COMMENTARY ON ME, by me, WHEN I WAS HIGH ONE EVENING…

Ok, so you caught me when I am high again…

Now that we are past that hurdle, geez I feel the urge to hurdle, J

Or maybe better yet, some sugar, some soda, some candy…

After that, some salty type of munchie, then to bed to die of reflux, just dandy…

Its not my fault, my neighbor twisted my arm, all 5 ft, 2 of him, forced me to smoke that nasty stuff ,

Shotgun he called it, now how would this angel, me know what he meant, J

What was I talking about? Oh I hate it when the mind goes, what a terrible thing to taste…

So how do you like me so far, I am a happy druggie when I get high, I don’t drive, like this I just sit,

Sometimes, especially when I am sitting I am also on the throne, yep taking a shit…J

 Hey, why does it have to be that you’re so far away from me, I need some help, I dropped my soda,

If I bend down to pick it up, not only will I fall over, but when I come up I will look like yoda…

Okay enough for this silly rendition of “how the High guy thinks”, let me end it here,

Before you mayhaps think I am doing this in the blink and just trying to get attention,

I guess I should have in some way possible, told you about this, should have been mentioned…

                                    © ed – 4/13/04