Isolator

At 14, my life were mean, 
didn’t want my senses keen
-  started on soapbar, squidgyblack, 
slate, pollen, thai, green.
Now I been puffin’ that isolator 
so long that stoned is straighter,
chagrined that reefer’s realer,
but, Reality, you shoulda been sweeter!
So do me a louie, phooey! Make that half a bar
of your finest isolator, dear dealer.

& if Mustapha X from Marrakech
can’t fix up your Folkestone longshoreman,
I’ll scour the mean streets of Mile X,
looking for the nearest ratboy skunkman.

Poets & potheads prefer the wings 
of experience ingrowing, 
so pass me the kingskins
& I will roll an ivory tower. 
I went to my drug counsellor,
I went to my psychotherapist,
I went to my friends & family,
I went to an orgy & still felt isolated!
For when I wanna lose me, I toke too much by far 
of your finest Isolater, dear dealer.

If Batbong-bound bribe buds found by Feds
jail Jamaican Joker w/ the emerald dreads,
at Crime Alley I’ll score my smokeable Smilex
from whichever ratboy skunkman is the next.

Now I been on that Isolator
so long that stoned is saner.
Price of success? Cheeba’s cheaper!
Shrug, grin until I need inhalers.