Almost everything
I needed to know
About my own addiction
I learned from Guston
The one eyed cat
Who developed
A pretty bad
Drug habit himself
Just from sitting
On my lap
You see
That’s how he became
Hooked on weed
And seemed to lose interest
In most other stuff
Whenever he saw me
Pull out my pipe
For a puff
He’d take a running leap
And soon enough
From the glassy look
In his one good eye
I knew it was time for me
To think about
Straightening up
Saturday, December 10, 2011
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