Need to stay of the drug that keep fucking me up
The days wasted gazing at faces of book
My right to be social - corporately endorsed,
addicted to clicks, endorphins be running their course.
Dopamine’s my protein while I’m mining for likes
I’m voting with emojis as democracy declines.
eye sockets fondled by never-ending nonsense
eye contact avoided, I’m blinded by content
Procrastinating tasks in a basket with all of my eggs
meant to be multitasking but I’ve lapsed in the dregs
falling out with friends who don’t share my world view
assumptions are made, we rant and accuse
off to go yodel down my echo chamber, echo chamber
Dosing all the feels while my spiel is all in favour
Stalling all my thoughts, purporting idle vapours
Ignoring all the wars by lining walls with phrases.

Is it time to say bye bye to vices?
inside this device I try and type lines with?
I try and confide when I’m pie eyed on vices
might make my next vice to live life in silence.


I wuz a coulda, woulda shoulda brother smothered in bud
Dumb, shuddering under covers, my mind made stuff up
Scutinising my life at night, would it never shut up?
Always asking the why but not adding up.
As smoke filled my vocals with slow strobes of panic
The headlights were bright I was squashed like a rabbit
crushed up to road kill, run over by traffic
introverted my purpose, was monosyllabic.
Gawked in the corner as folk talked right at me
up in smoke in-jokes with lads in the back seats
hacked up a laugh from the choke of the backy
I was hooked on the leaf thanks to Sir Walter Raleigh
Do you blaze by the way - I would never have guessed?
from hot air you boast, not hot rocks in vest
victimless crime except time wasting breath
introspection is fine if you’ve got something left.

Is it time to say bye bye to vices?
inside this device I try and type lines with?
I try and confide when I’m pie eyed on vices
might make my next vice to live life in silence




Round and round and snorting like a Punxsutawney groundhog,
nose is learning lines, deliver loud and shouty monologues,
but whose line is it anway? As I Improvise with fivers,
snorkelling with some straws, I’m a soaring nose diver.
Rooting for the toot, yeah I’m spurred into action,
sound of my voice - on point to perfection.
A puppy with a treat rewarding pathways to the brain,
go and do a whoopsie other end from which it came.
I riffle up the white inside the septum till it tickles,
not got a cold by the way but I’m stifled by the sniffles.
Could feed myself for two weeks for a g of this new beak.
Who died in the supply of his bleached Coca Leaf?
Still awake at six fishing for sniff in the morning,
pestering my friend list as withdrawal sets in,
texting a dealer who’s switched off their Samsung,
I’ve rung then ten times, am I’m doing their head-in?

Is it time to say bye bye to vices?
inside this device I try and type lines with?
I try and confide when I’m pie eyed on vices
might make my next vice to live life in silence



Bored of the booze and the clap-trap patter,
and getting loose to the hoo-ha of a drunken stupor
staggering like italics, making big bold statements,
a nakka getting hammered - never felt so ancient
bladdered drinking faster and sniffing dangerously,
spannered off my nut but threads went flimsy.
How many nights out I don’t remember?
How many lines crossed? I start to shudder.
Sick of woes of regret and my moldy breath,
a hungover tongue seared like sirloin steak,
The days written off like a car crash wreckage
Wanted to write more pages but head felt sluggish
But now I’m sober and worried I’ll have no crack,
no emotional courage from Amsterdam
Don’t wanna get slack handling drab interactions
Drinking glass flagons, falling back off the wagon.