I want to get fried under radiant skies
Toasted like heated bread
Stoned like a rock
Folded like a sock
Smashed like a broken bottle
Trashed like Shane MacGowan
I want to be high like a cloud
Weird like an anarchistic alien
Bent like a coat-hanger
Blasted like a rocket into space
Wasted like a wastrel
Till all pain is gone
And all anxiety vanquished