A Message from the Grave
of Jim Morrison
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Perhaps the boring facts in life are drugs.
At least that was my own experience.
I settled young to suckling at the dugs
Of Using Druggish Momma, had no sense
About how brilliant my mind was without
That shit, and so I popped the pills (bliss!), took
The snorts, and drank the drink. My lovely snout
(Ha Ha) is what death-dosed me. I mistook
Some heroin for cocaine, snuffed the lot,
And then my woman went out to let me
Die alone. My death came in expensive snot,
The door to my last serendipity.
How wearisome, ho hum, dull. What a way
To go. Let’s hear it for using. Hooray!