The Shit of Adim Witt

I need
I need
I need some nicotine.

Some nic from a ciggy,
Or a dip-
I’m not picky.

It’s 4:30 in the morning.
My brain is screaming at me-

I need,
I need,
I need some nicotine.

And maybe…
Yes, maybe,
A bowl of some high-test weed.

Some tree
And nicotine-
See what happens when they meet?!

It’s now 5:00 in the morning…
& I’ve written this poetry.