If my glasses are fogged up
I should be allowed to be
Excused for not seeing what
Ever it is that is front of me
Being sick has always had
A very similar taste of the
Mucus in my throat and my
Coughs try to clear the
Passageways I keep on
Smoking out like a goddamn
Chimney or so and if its
A good day I will write
In the morning as if
My position on the planet
Was meant for these
Words to flow on out
Upon waking, we check
Our social media and see
What happened through
Out the night and thankfully
I don’t give a rat’s ass
If someone liked my posts
Because it doesn’t matter
To me, not all of my soul
Has been sold to Facebook
Caffeine and thc
Nicotine In my brain
Low fat wheat green tea
Sunshine stained
9:39am
3/10/17
by the ivory rose