Johnny on the Pot

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Blather."

More than halfway lost is our Johnny on the pot
Still perplexed as to what is cool and what is hot
Brandishing a dirty spoon at his fork in the road
Always seeking something to lessen denial's load
Deliriously numb you'll find this Jack on the rocks
A lifetime's shattered by the commotion of the clock.

Unethical escort is he if you're dumb enough to view
Blind leading behind a world where patent lies are true
Forever lighting chickens, there's three on a match
Foolhardy, stoned and stupid, he makes a shoestring catch
For any gullible lady with willing cash to burn
Swine before the altar where pearls are cast and turned.

Goliath in his mind and David when he hurls
A mysteriously potted plant attractive to the girls
Torching an ever shallow soul, he's gotten to the door
One assumption, two afflictions, three convictions, floor
Peter Pan's his unknown idol, blood alcohol's been tested
This apple's fallen against the tree, certain growth arrested.

Thinks the three R's are rock, rights, and roaches
Might need the florist on his knees as midnight approaches
Casually conjures fantasy from white billows once inhaled
Psychoactive pleurisy when his reality's turned tail
So flying words from his nether mouth lock it all untethered
Chanting mantras aplenty, cliches all roughly weathered.