green debris
all over tan seats
tree debris
my mom will get in and ask,
“who’s been smoking ****
i’ll shake my head
at my clumsiness
**** you shaky hands
and a mind too busy
i’ve been waitin on a good high all day
too bad i spilled my almost rolled blunt
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
green debris
all over tan seats
tree debris
my mom will get in and ask,
“who’s been smoking ****
i’ll shake my head
at my clumsiness
**** you shaky hands
and a mind too busy
i’ve been waitin on a good high all day
too bad i spilled my almost rolled blunt
a poem by 16 year old me