Poem -

Headspace

The man comes in to buy a fag 

"Sorry we only pump one drug here." 

So he asks for a newspaper

"Nope, we only pump one drug here." 

Well, he huffs, could they at least put the radio on

"We only pump one drug here." 

"So no televised streaming of the elections then?"

"As I said, we only pump one drug here."

Running out of options now he orders his fair trade coffee and leaves pissed

Jesus frowns

The door to The Kingdom is narrow 

And few find it

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