After all the money has been tossed around
and I've searched for joy in every Lost & Found
meet me at the bar.
"What's the cost of a round?"
"About the same price as
the fake friends pounding them down."
Let that sink in,
just soak in the sound
chug another shot
while you roll up the loud
cause honestly,
the drugs are the only love
left in the town.
"Fuck it, we'll burn 'em down."
Set fire to the dope,
hack through the haze
eyes glazed,
full of hope,
gaze at the future,
it's impossible to cope.
When you're a replica of who you never thought you'd become
your retinas are bloodshot,
the weed keeps you numb,
the pills keep you up,
the shots just for fun,
knowing nothing lasts forever,
screaming
"CHUG IT! GET DUMB!"
"Fuck it, I'm young."
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Herban Poetry II
PoetryThe second installation in my not-so-small but still evergrowing collection of original poetry. Coming from you from the mind of a 19 (soon to be 20-year old, now) pothead. This is home to a large range of feelings, emotions, questions, parables, me...
