I want to be thrown away and hunted,
rolled, lit, smoked and then blunted.
To be used and disposed of to discard,
be the thrown away instruction card.
Needed, not wanted, required when gone,
let me be the after thought that spawns.
The care, the thoughts, keep don't give,
let me survive, let me die, let me live.
Let me go or throw me away,
please just don't make me stay.
I beg of you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2026 04:35
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Comments1
Decisions, decisions in this poem of not staying as it is. Well done
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