Little Timmy

He smokes some weed
Takes the shoes of his feet
Tilt his head back
And puts on a track

While he is fuzzing
His conscience is buzzing
Not sure if it's remorse
Or his thoughts being coarse

Then the emptiness of the room
Hits his heart with a feeling gloom
Surprised by this feeling
He reaches for the ceiling

Calling out the creature
That in his life he didn't feature
His existence denied
In every way he ever tried

Suddenly his heart stops beating
His soul being eaten
Down a dark hole he takes flight
Not aware of the light

As the light is fading
He is still procrastinating
But only one thing he can say:
Little Timmy came out to play