'Buddy' as part 1 on the Addiction Story. Written and Performed by Kuaint. With a muddy midas touch he tried his luck at flying. He takes wings from a bucket of crabs and the high hits him harder than the smell of burning calories and weave at a house party. He could scrape and shape the clouds like mashed potato and feed you more food for thought than Plato on a plate. The addiction had guitar strings for fingers, so when it hit he'd say "there's no harming me, it's just harmony." He's like a diabetic in a sugar cane field. His eyes are white bowls of black coffee. His skin hangs onto his frame like men clumped onto a scaffolding. Gnawing at his jaw with teeth like stale popcorn. Bowls of coffee turn to 8 balls ... his eyes wear his face like a baggy t-shirt. He thought he could go to NASA with his spaceship. But he's too waved on this slaveship. So each noose dilates and pupils are pulled to the size of full stops. This is the end of his sentence. But kicking the habit's l! ike ripping water apart. So he pulls out two matches like rabbits out of a hat, wishing they could swap places. And then he dropped them. And they made a crucifix. And he realised they didn't have to.
