Input, by Poison

'Sbeen a while kids, I'm sad to say, but I'll make an effort to update this at least once a week, hopefully this'll encourage others to post too.
Anyway, Input, by Poison. Allegedly written under the influence of some kind of drug, it seems rather self-depreciating to me, and self-depreciation is always good:

Guess what?
I am intoxicating.

I typed "s."
But it didn't type.

My fingers
I can barely feel


and

When comedy
meets tragedy
this incoherent
slur of words
gives you some sort of insight

into the

deeper meaning of it all.


with that being said,

I am the happiness.