Working

I didn’t get high before work today

Not that it matters at all.

I’m about as fuzzy as I usually am

slightly more anxious with coffee in hand.

About as likely to steal all your pens,

write some dumb poems for family and friends.

Differences: minimal, at this point I’m smoked.

Frustrated salmon leap from my throat.

But nobody cares, I’m really no different,

maybe just slightly more angry impatient,

but I’ll answer the phones

and stifle my groans

exactly as easily as if I were stoned.