Let’s talk when you’re sober.
You can’t wait until it’s over.
I won’t waste my breath,
All you can morbidly joke about is death.
You can’t wait until it’s over.
I plead for you sober.
“I miss him,” he says to the old photo of himself.
If only he knew his sobriety is wealth.
“Are you mad at me?” he asks after a few hours of delayed responses.
He knows the answer: “your substance abuse is a form of cancer.”
Society pressures to give up on people like you...
I just want to inspire a breakthrough.
Times are bleak, intoxication is weak,
I wish solutions of happiness for you to seek.
“ I don’t have a problem, I can stop any time.”
Then, get back to me when you can soberly rebuttal this rhyme.
-t
