...but I took an Ambien instead.
I got curious about the afterlife...
...but I got Ambien in my head.
I was going to ride a dolphin...
...but got called a fag and got rocks thrown at me.
I was so upset and didn't know what to do...
...so I cried for a moment wondering where I put my Ambien.
It's okay to cry I told myself. It's ok.
I found my Ambien and I was ready for a break...
...I was too eager and took too much.
I can't go to my job anymore or play music or talk on the phone with family and friends but none of that is a drag where I'm going. Where I'm going I am agile and attractive, competent, worthwhile. There are several jobs they'll let me do. Good jobs too, jobs where you can take a thought, focus on it, and carry it with you through eternity and you can have Ambien, infinitely.
