I'm sorry honey, I wrote a poem for you and another poem too

Spending a lot too much time honey
smoking my mind in and all of that
shame but instead I will
stop the moving and let it
slow down like
ship on my maiden voyage only to
abruptly break the pattern
and say "I'M HIGH HONEY
AND I AM SORRY".

Do you love me now?
Am I the cat's meow to you?
And I want to get up to turn
off the light in the other room
though I'm living on a fixed income
and learning to doze off like
Salvador Dali and I'll be renowned
in my lifetime kiss in the rain
kiss me, baby, how do you feel like I'm
dying honey oh
the pain is getting to me ow ow ow.
Did you hear the cat meow meow maow
when she smoked too much and
saw you with a morning and
called you on the phone he
wasn't even an addict