Why I Hate Pot

if you had ripped me apart
at the seams
that would have been easy enough
to sew right back up
i could have been fixed so easily.
but you ripped me up all over
shredded me with scissors
and deadened me with emptiness.
elliott tries do hard to revive me.
but everyone meaningful
is buried in ivy.
elliott is on the west coast,
the coast i gave up for you.
elliott checked out
i didn't know him too well
he didn't like it here.
i like it here.
they poke me
and you're offended


dud threw your stuff out
the window
and mum threw my stuff out too
and now my room is empty
except for me in the middle of it.
dud said not to take drugs
mum said not to do drugs
but i guess i was not listening.
why did you do it
why did you do it
did you want me to hate you for all time.
i'll never unearth it,
you don't have to worry.

in the past
my life wasn't about the past
but right this second
in the present
it's nothing but the past
and tomorrow is the past
the day after that.
all my past was spent proving i was human
and now i wish no one had proven it.
i should feel bad
what did i do
what did i do
what did i do
did you take a pill
swallow a caplet to make us
disappear.
why am i not up in arms
why am i not caring.
someone's going to have
to prove i'm human after
they scrape the pieces
of my head out of the oven.