woke up feeling kind of bad
reeling from a dream I had
I was relapsing in a rehab
head bandaged like a head wrap
on the head of a Arab
my sponsor was my dope dealer
looked like a Rasta Farian Gorilla
didn’t answer by my name
anonymously I was too ashamed
felt so autonomous it was my dream
feeling reborn like my mama re…had me
swept away by the currents
like a hurricane in Miami
a pocket filled with hard rock Candy
in room 208 at the Econo Lodge
in Orlando Florida
3am a crash and a smash
it’s the garbage truck
ground round
ground beef
call it chuck
it sound like bad luck
no tears crying’s for babies in diapers
I keep it clear like windshield wipers