My Poetry
Stoned
Jumped up, freak face
seemed so callous
Reading his letters
from Nostra Damus

Blew my mind
teased my soul
born for drugs
and rock and roll

Spaced out junkie
far from civil
formed a pact
with me and the devil

Out of our skulls
and endless screaming
everyone's counting
on backward dreaming

All the smokes
have be ignited
blown our minds
without being invited

Somewhere out there
walking crazy
Back to the place
I first met daisy

In the morning
head still pounding
foreign substances
still resounding

Counting seconds
point to point
waiting for our
next fix or joint
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