Necessities

a quiet din in desperation, all the while drugged to assume this the only occasion wrapt in and around all this addiction saying "it's not my fault; my inflictions" Im lying to myself, I'm squandering any amount of wealth- and these squatters junkies are something is its self


what are necessities, when all you think of is that "junk" you need


water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?


I was punched in the nose on Christmas day, needle backed up toilet, the junkies made me pay lost my job to the sicken of my habit after that all that happen just added to the nonsensical daily static determined to have "it" until artist is turned addict


water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?


what are necessities? what is it you need? that "need" you feed?


Also i been in the mental wing, my memory wringed they despised when i would sing on my own in drive-in how am i hone all these have-beens? shunned to where i once dreamed of... in a paradise my punishments i had shoved consoled on by the imaginary love i could feel above


water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
only everything you've wanted from birth....