High

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It’s weird how you’re so high, though

You started by feeling oh so low.

I see the pills every night, it’s

So pathetic you don’t even fight it

We all know why you don’t work

Just lie about, you parasite-like jerk

Now you’ve started bringing your ‘friends'

Got the same goal and same ends

Who’ll beat us with such zeal 

If we refuse you a meal

So we bow our heads in submission

You put us in position

Below you. You think you’re a god?

That mountains can crumble at a single nod?

You certainly act like it, you’re so deranged

Become addicted, and you think nothing’s changed

The lumps you eat at midnight hour

I remember—they called it Power

Yes, I remember, when we took you to the store

You convinced us that you needed more

First it helped you think clearer, more kindly

Like when you first asked, “Do you guys mind me?”

The trial breezed over, time for the real thing

First it was really working seriously working omg working

Then came the u-turn, after the traffic light

It came slowly, as if to build up its might 

Then bang, no more choice

You made us lose our voice

Without cutting out our tongues

Or filling up our lungs

Well it seems tolerance erodes faster than sand

Especially with an insensitive hand

Believe me when I say I’m darn done

I’ll take them away one by one

Until you have learned

Until your withdrawal seizes you

Passes you

And you have returned.

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