Solutions with Substance

I swear to god,

Because I don’t care much

For his reckless endangerment of his children.

“Well, that’s not a very original idea, is it?”

What the fuck did Nietzsche even do it for,

If socialism is still a dirty word?

We took too much peyote,

And I was drinking scotch with Joyce.

I tried to become addicted to opiates,

But they never quite worked for me,

The way ten whiskey drinks

And half of a pack of cigarettes

Always brought me to my senses.

I really can’t live off of coffee,

B/gut I also can’t wake up in another public place,

Wondering when it was I forgot

To get my act together like you told me to.