My head plays tricks.
I get my kicks
From alcohol
And dope.
But I just hope
There is no rope
Waiting at the end.
I surely need a friend,
But I was round the bend.
I say this in all candour,
But the rancour
I received
Left me aggrieved.
As Wilde said “reveal yourself to the world, and it will reveal itself to you”
No truer word spoken.
A mere token
As I stand here.