I wanna stay up all night and do you like a drug.
I’d take morphine.
But I like pethidine better,
‘cept you only get that shit on maternity wards now
for cracked breasts and broken cunts.
But what about my broken cunt when it was broken?
It’d been peeled like a grape and all I got
was morphine, ketamine and a stinking coma;
mind dredging terrors about humpy’s, beauty creams and The Piano,
then five shots of Narcan
to pull me out of the in-between (six resps a minute, thankyouverymuch)
‘cos I’m a good non-overdoser –
I like to stay breathing,
‘cos I don’t do cushy shit like coke (fairy dust for beginners).
I’ll stick with the injectables.