Hash smoke town

I search for a meaning in my life, laying on a bathroom floor trying not to throw up.

The abject sound

Of a fan spinning round.

I've lost my crown

In this hash smoke town.

My thoughts are fog free

Allowing me to read

The beat street talk

On a gossamer walk

To a bathroom cold

Where urine is like mold.

I fall asleep

Happy to reap

Zen that's cheap.