ODE to Vicodin
by: me
When I wake up
I'm still dreaming
Lost in space, without your face
Fighting, losing, singing
Like a beacon of light
I get up , I look again
For that bottle
My little friend
You speak to me so clearly
Mozart playing, vaginas in flight
Your sweet release
Almost in sight
And so I pray
Another day
O Vicodin
I'm...
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