I am Corrupt



Amen.



I covet black boxes.

I hide my greatest magic, and I do not share of what I do with drugs, in actuality. I lie about drugs, and myself, all, the, time.

I wear sunglasses to mask when I am high sometimes.

I smoke anywhere I go, weed or cigarettes, and never care.

I've smoked pot for 17 years.

Non-stop.

It's just kind of "in me."

My dad did meth, smoked weed, and eventually tried all sorts and forms of drugs while selling blotter sheets of acid in the seventies.

He smoked well into his late fifties, and sometimes .. with me. I've shared already.

We enjoyed what I consider the fruit of Eden, and we enjoyed it often at funerals.

We both read our own copies of the Bible, but we don't really talk about religion.

Ever.

We quietly go about our lives, but I admit, Father, I am corrupt.

I have everything, from unscannable meth, cocaine, to other drugs that are not going to be found in any blood test.

Imported coke from Mexico.

I have sex with prostitutes online, whenever I feel like it.

I have bought, and sold pills from the internet, and at my college when I was 20. Fifty pills.

2mg valiums, 5mg valiums, and codeine, as well as librium, and 10mg valiums that I called "blues."

My big footballer player friends would snort them up, once, right in front of me, and I could clearly see they were "effected."

I never felt it anymore, though.

Not even two, or three blues effected me.

Everyone at my college was high, though.

I was already burned out on pills by 17.

I smoked weed more those days.

And drank usually only once or three times a week, tbh..

I never drank much until I was older.

But I've bootlegged alcohol, as well as sold and given out weed (I admit), as well as coke, and shared rare herbs with people such as Opium or Kratom Root.

Or heroin leaf.

Which really fucks up your body.

I sure get a reaction out of people sometimes.

But all I really do when I get high is talk, or make a song, or watch TV. Or a movie.

I steal things, sometimes, I just can hardly rarely remember what.

I mean.

There really is no law.

What law is there, except for steel badges, worthless paper, a bunch of bureaucrats, and buildings, surrounded by the atmosphere we are all corrupting with hate, lies, and jealosy, on "equal" levels..?

Fuck those two straight lines moving in space, and, sir, allow me to veer.

I will do whatever I want.

And I don't mind the consequences.

Accept me now, or forget me forever.

In The Lord God Amen.

Brendan S