Picture a prostitute telling me that I need to get my shit together.
Imagine a judge telling me that I have no insight into my own trips-my own life.
As though I was strangely absent from the whole thing.
Thanks for not jabbing me. I guess.
I’ll swallow your bullshit. For now.
Provided I stay away from the powder and herb.
Provided I get some damned sleep.
I’ll be alright.