"miligrams" poems
When Im on the little blue,
Its stupid to get close with you,
All I want
Is something new.
It's the prescribed predestined paranoia pill.
"I can't focus"
"here take your fill"
Addictions just another refill.
The truck driver focus
In my tricycle body
Is just a big greased blue shelled scam
And we call it 60 miligrams
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC