BREAK A ROCK WITH A WINDOW

And I isolated so much that I talked to TV’s,
My friends called me and I threw my phone into the ocean.
I had to hate myself to understand myself,
A true friend will grab the sky for you, stab you in the stomach
And hide the knife in your imagination.
When you’re being fake, there is a realness to your acting,
Contemplating carrots while sitting on a toilet
Flush down those intrusive thoughts
And let your mind run free from the small penis police offers.

An invisible monster with sweaty legs followed me around
And raped my mind with horrible thoughts.
Thoughts so horrible that I’ve never told another person,
This depression will pay off through creativity.
I flushed my medications into the sewer
And the rats ate the psychiatrist’s toenails.
Oh therapist, what should I do with these thoughts?
Pay you more money, smoke more marijuana,
Clouds of smoke echoed out of the alley.

There is a lingering sense of doom when I am without marijuana,
I haven’t smoked in 4 months
And I’ve lost a couple of pounds.
Been living in a sober living with hairy redneck men
And once success and financial independence enter my life, marijuana will come back.
That first hit will be beautiful like a lady wearing fish shoes.
No more smoking marijuana for depression,
It makes me more miserable when I smoke from a place of stress
And the redneck blew tobacco in the cage.

Maceo Nightingale lives in California with his pet fish.