where oh where
hath my poetry gone
like no entry
oh no
oh lol
that's kind of trash
your words are all jumbled up in a mash
rhythm and cadence decayed
wreathing to be expressed
where words and syllables thrash
praying to a higher power
smoking hash
rosin
tasteful
only tops in my head stash
choose not to stop
i'm stacking my cash
i made it once
and lost it
may have been
life demanded
different circumstances of me
now i must learn
it can be made again
if i can make it once i can make it twice
the universe never promised it'd be all nice
personality is black ice
i made it once
lost it twice
lost my mind
that was the real price
now i think twice
and feel thrice
elevate to the truest heights
of my human rights