I found a loophole in the system
mannerisms, no more.
Sluggish, hallucinogenic from the drugs
passed out on the floor.
Admittedly, it was an idiotic choice
but my intentions were hedonistic.
I\'m going to catch the next cab home
and continue with my abnormal schticks.
To meet again my fireband wife
and our kids who are playing wiffle ball.
Along with other combative games,
James and Jill wizzed down the hall.
Connected together, the family is now one.
Its moments like these that I forever remember;
happiness, togetherness, with the ones I love.
Snuggling tight to the fleeting days of November.
Then my mind had contractions.
Inflammation of past memories.
The indictment of what I\'ve done,
society\'s sentiment of me.
The drugs had done their damage.
Reality to me is in a mist.
Dissociating in my brain.
Because the family I thought I knew,
doesn\'t really exist.