Plastic Ducks Give No Fucks
that no one ever knew until this.
Popping pills to keep my mind afloat,
I spit up another sorry sentence.
My tongue is a little bubbly,
as I lay in this tub of cotton.
The duckies swim around me,
as the day is soaked up and drunken.
A poke into my left arm vein,
bubbles burst, a pin-drop pain.
Just leave me be in this tub of toys,
When I awaken it is I who I'll blame.
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