I’m chuffed and huffed, blown’ your house
down and stable where you keep your horses
because they’re everything, hopes of a million
binge purges, but at least I can still feel
the effect of drugs, like the one who spoke
at my college he twisted my sight,
but not enough was done, an impossible
task of a stepping stone, we might be getting
everything set up, in the future
hoping we can close for the storm impends.