Sometimes it's hard to put your feelings into words, you see.
But I heard about a wee thing that could help called LSD.
I know you've heard of Alice Through the Looking Glass.
I think the when the author wrote it, he was smoking grass.
All the famous writers I can think of were a little mad.
Mostly from the crystal meth but partly because they were sad.
Sad, mostly from alcoholism but partly from their strange home life.
Their parents, like mine, probably caused them too much strife.
But I know my choice will always be
To stay away from LSD.
I want to write from my mind
And not use drugs to have to find
Something to write a poem about
So to sobriety I shall be devout!

10/15/1999

Posted on 10/26/2004
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