Stoner poem

I got really high last night
But I try to act like I'm alright
I get up to walk to the door
but instead I end up knocked out on the floor
I wake up still struggling for breath
I have to admit this would be a pretty cool death
I manage to get my lungs free
I start breathing again but my fucking god I scraped my knee
Beth won't give me a bandaid but thats okay
She would never turn down a trade for pain pills
Even when I'm high I have mad skills
Step back fucker before you get killed