People take drugs
to hear the call
of voices..
holy and divine.
I’m with the people
and the drugs
and voices.
For I am my own..
I take and hear
and whisper me
all of the time.

If only that
you knew..
how good
it feels..
to just
be me.

Does that
sound smug
and like a pointy
jab at you?
Sorry.. except..
just kidding!
I’m not sorry.

In truth,
I’m not to blame
for this..
Don’t look at me!
Why not just take
a cold hard look
at your own self
instead..
and in thine own
reflection
you may find..
what you
believe to be
my highest
form of holy
wealth.

And may that
highest form
of holy wealth
(that you
already hold!)
forever set
you free.
And make you
just as smug
and jabby stabby
and on point
as good ol’ me.