The Rattle

snugglepuss

As i sit here starting my rattle,

inside my body there is a battle,

which side is good?

which side is bad ?

all i feel is pain and it's making me sad.

 

Tossing, Turning, Sweating, Burning

why did this lesson seem such hard learning?

The first time was free that did the trick,

but the poppy seed waste was making me sick.

 

Oh i wish i'd listerned to what i'd been told

instead i fucked about with the white packy gold

 

The doctor prescribed me some green sticky stuff

the pain still remains but it's fucking tough.

 

The End

  • Author: snugglepuss (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2010 21:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: my own personal experience
  • Category: Unclassified
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