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UNDOCUMENTED SIDE-EFFECTS OF GUNJA

by @cliffy-buglione

Habitually smoking your gear Drowning your natural drive of energy So soon, a year becomes a week which lasts towards a                                                             day. Trying to reach a high you had in your teens Sitting there watching your life go by Until you're retarded by marijuana poisoning According to your friends you don't                                                 Have any Straight people industrialise their circles And despatch you into a corner Where they keep the addicts, tortured and isolated                                         Within the buzz they experienced a decade                                            Ago. Paying a fifty or more on something That causes you loss of memory and an idle psyche If you are not going to credit your shit People will look beyond you Even when they need you. You are elsewhere in the invisible car-crash. The relief of escape the brave gunja smoking cool Mr Frosty The idea of talking to someone like you Has really lost me. He hides his snide profile, behind a reefer. I just have a smoke now and then. It depresses me just enough to be depressed.
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