About to go walk around in the night and listen to Megadeth. Wrote down some thoughts in rhyme.

Nothing in my life ever makes much sense
I'm trapped in the memories of the past tense
I sit around a lot contemplate my thoughts
When I hit a soft spot I pull out the pot

I'm flat broke and I only hit the scrap smoke
I'm low on cash and I'm losing hope
I used to love people now I'm easily annoyed
I lost all my friends so now pot fills the void