Cheers!

It is your downtalker, your textual stalker,
Because now I feel like Luke Skywalker

I like to smoke joints
In the evening
After I went to the bar
And talked to friends
About dreams and such

It may not seem much
But it means a lot to me

I went out of the joint
Because I have to get up early in the morning
And to relax at home and smoke one

After I am done
I will watch some pornography
Which will inevitably satisfy me

So mind and body are full at rest
When I go to bed

But before I go to bed
I wanted to share this with you

I have none, but I need no reason
Or there might be

Because not sharing me with this world
Would feel like treason

Treason because I am what you want to be
At least that's how I see it

I am able to show the full kit
The essence of my being

Although I can only write or type it down
And hope that you are also seeing
What I see when I am behind my screen

And when you do read this
I realise that the state I am in
Is long gone, but what I have left
Are a couple of inunderstable pages

For those who read this in a hundred years
Which I can only dare to hope
I would say to you:
"Nothing on the internet disappears"

And if you are drunk when you read this
I would say
Cheers