My weak, drunk body waits
For help
Help that will arrive
Help that will never help
Help
Sunglasses covering my bloodshot eyes
Help
Mints covering my explosive breath
Help
The giant alarm clock in the sky telling when to get high, when to get drunk
Help that will come
Help besides the boos and drugs to get rid of the pain.
Help up
From the rockybottom
All the help I truly need
Lilly Jean
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-466/
