Too stoned to think of a title

1300 ml of beer to
see you.
so far away,
yet so near.
buttons can speak
and mouth cannot
seriosly wtf?
floyd and fags
to give me a high

no matter what,
keep grinning
ear to ear.
a cringe
is enough
to eclipse my brain.

girl, it's really hot
and you still wear black?
that must absorb
a lot of heat.

tried convincing the maggots
crawling in my brain.
faggots, the date you
cherish is bloke.
and thus this
stoned poetry abruptly ends
in want of another beer.



...ElLipSis(stoned seriously)