The Morning Prose

What even is prose

Certainly not the cons

The using dream

I had just snorted something

Some upper

I had just convinced them

To let me be DJ

But I had to play classic rock

Okay

And if I switched to my own music

Then I was off

When suddenly

The cops busted in

And I just walked close

Tried to turn the music down

I checked my pockets just to be safe

Nothing to hide

Nothing to disgrace

Well yeah I was high

But that’s not possession

Know your dream rights

It just felt silly

I didn’t even get to enjoy the high

And that’s just the irony

A living shrine

Is that all I have become ?

Prayers for the dead

That they are visiting me in my head

Does that mean

They haven’t moved on

That they are hanging around

For something to go down

My dad’s surely

Busy with Leslie

Trying to save her

From the other side hopefully

Cuz it’ll take a miracle

A wonder of the world

I wish she would stop

Damnit