The Right Design

Every day of freedom is a good day.

2018

Unwind the mind to find the right design

To articulate with my paper mate

What goes on down below

It’s obscene in the world of the fiend

A river of self-inflicted misery

As chemical chains corrupt the brain

And I die inside a little each time

I hear another story about the glory

Of a half gram shot or growing pot

Of stolen cars and dirt bikes

Of “Meth Beth”

And “Tash the Gash Rash”

There’s few diamonds in the rough here

The best of the worst are still the worst of the best

As a sleepless malice never rests

I succumb to the world of gronks and dogs

Bags of fruit and chocolate frogs

The language seeps into my being

It’s obscene in the world of the fiend

So I swim against the tide

Bed down with books

Make knowledge my bride

Great minds guide me to meaning

And pretty soon I start believing

I’ll leave here my soul in tact

When I walk out those gates and never look back

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The world of the ice fiend is a pretty dismal place, stolen cars and week long binges, psychosis and crime sprees. There really is a chick that everyone in AMC seems to know called Tash the Gash Rash.

I often say I’m a man of contrasts, talking shit with crims all day then reading Tolstoy and Tim Winton by night, talking about ‘Grand Designs’ and politics with my family at visits then about “shoppers” and drug dealing with the jail riff-raff.

Every day of freedom is a good day.