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
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Author:
snugglepuss (
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- Published: October 17th, 2010 21:50
- Comment from author about the poem: my own personal experience
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