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Sep 2019
Hey!

This is the final high

The final weekend to get high

Go’on

Out thru the stratosphere

Looking down at its tower

Sin city on this final

Hour

Sunday night Repenting

From such a criminal high

Oh so high

As they read me, throwing

The book at me

Judged by my lackadaisical

Stride

It’s the final time

To get stupid to say goodbye

To boy who refuses

To grow up

To heave the load

Weight

Of this **** *****!

Farewell to Fun Freely

For serious now

I now do see

Career path open with mindful eyes

For serious now the world

Will eat you

Out there babies in this

Spherical stomach

The digested / dies like

Minutia Flotsam debris

From waves Hi Low

Seriously

To Tomorrow

Take hold make mines

Better.

But for tonight,

Oh my Friday Starlight!

It’s the last night,

To get high / know  why?

Because

Reality will drug test

Taking DNA / The Helix Towers

Through true blue

Stratosphere’s

My serious eyes looking fondly upward

Feeling

Sky

Smile.

My Friday Night Starlight

On high.
For Beloved most.
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  45/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(45/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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