Cigarrettes and Alcohol

I don’t remember what I did,
because I drink and smoke.
I can’t explain why I did what I did,
because I drink and smoke.
If you knew what I did,
you’d have thought it was a joke.
I do the things I do,
because I drink and smoke.
When I say the things I say,
it’s like I haven’t spoke.
When you ask me questions,
it’s as if I’ve had a stroke.
I spend money that I haven’t got,
that’s why I’m always broke.
I’m just like all of you,
I’m just a normal bloke,
who likes marijuana and alcohol and
sometimes, a little coke.
It’s not the taste I like,
it’s the feelings they evoke.
On the memories that I have…
They often make me choke
With shame, with laughter and just a little shock.
I’m seldom happy until I’ve had a toke,
couple that with a couple of cans
and it’s like I haven’t woke.
Although I smoke, even though I drink, my problems don’t come from that, I think.
Because I smoke because I drink, occasionally I stink.
My skin is sallow, my nose is pink, in my armour there’s a chink, in my mind there’s a kink.
Before you blink, before I wink, I will down my drink and just to make the link,
off to
have a
smoke I
slink. :)

There is only one Heaven

Tranquil, sweet sense of peace.
Encompass me, envelope me in your serenity.
Hush me, soothe me, allow me to wallow in your placidity.
Let me drift on your breeze.
Surround me, comfort me.
Take away the bustle of my existence.
Silence me, smother me.
Extinquish  my childlike persistence.
I beg of you put me at ease.
Cool me, soften me.
Make me more than reasonable.
Calm me, tame me.
Put me at my most agreeable.
Nullify the panic in my heart, fill my soul with your serenity.
Quieten the rumours and murmurings until I
succumb to the joyful loneliness of tranquility.