Tents, pills and needles; oh my






…….. ill-Will will steal a bill and get killed, to get his belly filled, ain’t got time to chill to steal, so he’d run pass and snatch food off your grill, catch him later when he slowed down after taking them pills, pulled up on his ass cause he couldn’t make it up that hill, gave us some slurred sloppy stories and meth head glory, he was beginning to bore me, caught me off guard and floored me, started running but I had time, cause them pills had him moving like he was underwater, moving through mortar, anyone else would’ve made it to the border.




  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2023 07:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Niko Papadatos

    I really liked how you are addressing this problem.

    • evenwheniLie

      Addressing the problem merely by mentioning it, so it won't be swept under the rug is enough at times*

    • hotidris

      Excellent poem about a man who's really high.

    • Thomas W Case

      Great flow, powerful and poignant.

    • evenwheniLie

      Just laughing at the poem

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