I am a Failure

Every time I drop acid
There seems to be
A woman about
With 4 or 5 men
Following behind.

On most of these trips,
I, unfortunately,
Am one of these idiots.

Combine these elements
And what you’re left with
Is a man
Confused and frustrated.

Just the way she planned.

When the hallucinations
Have gone away,
When my mind’s utterly exhausted,
A revelation
Appears
In a cold, black shadow
And settles in my wounded heart.

The only escape
From this torment
Is to avoid women
At all costs.

That’s exactly
What I’ve been
Trying to do
Since my last trip
And not once
Have I succeeded.

I am forever
Fucked.