Major Life Choices

He came into this world,
Looked Death in the face,
And spit-up on the Reaper's cloak.

A smack on the ass without a cry,
His cooing was an ornery sign
Of life with his terms and conditions.

This moment is real
Your clean and sober
But, God, what you wouldn't do
For a drink right about now.

You're looking ahead,
And past the drop,
There is nothing but space.
You have two choices:
Continue to float,
Or crash upon impact.

You choose the latter,
Because man can fly
For only so long.
So smoke 'em if you got 'em
And brace yourself
For the next step.

Birthday Suit Dry-Cleaning

Half well-worn and half dapper,
I feel comfortable in my skin
As I carry my body with ease.

             And when my Long Day is through,

             I will hang up my suit, lay down,

             And have a nice

                                      Long

                                               Sleep.

Ode To My Friend

Hello my neighborhood pusherman
You're always there on your corner,
Keeping me going with that stuff you sell.
Substances you push gives me a little shove
That helps me through my day.

You push those uppers in the morning,
Just a little bit of an eye opener.
You push those uppers in the evening,
Just so I can last through the night.
You push those uppers in between,
For every other occasion.

It is the caffeine in my coffee
That you provide at dawn.
It is the nicotine in my mouth
That stifles my nightly yawns.
It is the fuel in my tank
That feeds my engine's maw.

Although you are not special
---Your kind is ubiquitous
In our addiction-riddled society---
But you still smile and say,
"Hey Buddy! What's up?"
With a wink and a nudge.