For since I do not have you,
I must remember best I can,
The days like this past Monday,
When a spliff was in my hand.
I found myself searching
For that feeling in my mouth,
The one that make saliva smack,
And had me heading south.
Down to the Circle-K of course,
Since water could not cure--
And gum could not be found,
Up the isle, I saw, obscured.
Gatorade!--Amongst the chips and chocolate,
I wandered through that maze,
Oh cottonmouth, you waited so patiently,
In that silly haze.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 12:07 PM UTC
For since I do not have you,
I must remember best I can,
The days like this past Monday,
When a spliff was in my hand.
I found myself searching
For that feeling in my mouth,
The one that make saliva smack,
And had me heading south.
Down to the Circle-K of course,
Since water could not cure--
And gum could not be found,
Up the isle, I saw, obscured.
Gatorade!--Amongst the chips and chocolate,
I wandered through that maze,
Oh cottonmouth, you waited so patiently,
In that silly haze.
A silly ode.
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