This state of being is katatonic
Drinking Gin and Tonic
Whichever is more toxic.

Running faster still, even super-sonic
Evading this and that topic
To somewhere tropic, with no traffic.

In this Poeic state of being
Struggling to find comfort, drinking
Not thinking of anything or anyone.

Forget the cheap booz
Don't turn on the alarm clock's snooze
It's not about anything physical to consume
or mutulate

Emulate this state of being
And transmutate it for a higher level of solitude among men.




-Note - 'Poeic' is not a typo