Eyes red..sweating minute dribs
oblivious to the world..stoned he is
marijuana doing good..no chains
keeping smoke within..he retains..
world seeming unspoiled,virgin
with each drag,inebriation begins..
fuming one after other..vigorously
vital for life it is..critical highly..
forget all the pain..the spite
not giving you the power to fight
but ignorance...how it reigns
stoned 'i am'..weed 'in my' veins..
burying the present..future in shambles
who cares..after all its all a gamble..
no responsibility..no aims
lets burn up our life in elating flames..
stoner..junkie..addict
longevity mine..drug shots predict...
1 comment:
I like your style, very poetic. You're quite descriptive
in your use of language giving the reader good insights into what a buzz feels like. This is creative!
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