People always think that

I only make it to drink it

WRONG

If I only made it to drink it,

I wouldn’t be sat here at midnight,

I wouldn’t be watching in the moonlight

As my moonshine takes form.

Sure school is tomorrow

But lemme have my time

This helps me stop stimming,

Promise.

I know it’s kinda weird

But I tweak out way less

If I just watch the steady

Drip,

Drip,

Drip,

Of the drink, clear, smooth,

From here to there

As the process forms.

Maybe it’s weird

And I accept that

BUT I’M WEIRD TOO

So accept it yourself.

I’m sat in the moonlight,

Watching the steady

Drip,

Drip,

Drip,

Of the moonshine,

Calming my thoughts,

Stilling the bubbling fuck up

That people call senses.

Drip,

Drip,

Drip,

And now my mind is clear

Even if my poem is not.

I’m watching moonshine

By the moonlight

Tonight.