Panicking, panic stricken, cannot think about anything ****. I am down to the last three cigarettes and one ****.
I feel like a criminally challenged idiot; will have to patch, **** out eventually.
How sad.
(4-17-07)
~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us. Check out her other Poems in her collection here. She deserves to be remembered. ~Anna