New outsiders,
High on the thought of survival.
The richest of the rich in one spot,
Smoking marijuana,
Because its not a problem for then,
They just put down the dough and everything is legal.
That just insane.
How do we survive?
Should we just get high?
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Original Poems
PoetryHi, my name is Gabriela and I think I have a talent in writing poems, songs, and stories. So this is meant for showing my original poems. :) thanks for reading!!!!!!
