could you fix me a joint
get me high
get me some pills
in fancy colours
some snow
get me high
or a syringe
full of heated escape
from my magnificent ego
would you let me drown
with you?
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
could you fix me a joint
get me high
get me some pills
in fancy colours
some snow
get me high
or a syringe
full of heated escape
from my magnificent ego
would you let me drown
with you?
Don't be mistaken. I don't do drugs. Neither do I plan to. This poem is about wishing that, as a contrast to mundane and rule governed reality, it would sometimes be possible to let go....
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