Hazy are the memories
Of our friendship born
Time reclaims old footpaths
Which were once well worn...
If only everything in life was simple
Like a lazy summer stroll
I dread the day
They lock us away
When madness takes it's toll
The first and second rule of madness club
Is to put back on the top
No breaks
Out of control
Isobutyl
The laughter can't stop
Imported all the way from Canada
A little bottle of madness...
Pulses racing
Orange hue
Madness in a bottle
Always helps
To cement old friendships new
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2018 08:56
- Comment from author about the poem: About rekindling friendships and a psychoactive substance. Top marks to anyone who knows the product I mention in the poem. The picture isn't the actual product. Thanks for reading - Syd
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
Amazing tie recalls old footprints and think more and more about time'd effect. Wonderful poem is shared.
Thank you Pintu, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
- Syd
Oohh I won' try it, whatever it is. Might descend into real madness!
Thanks for reading Orchidee, yes I wouldn't recommend it for you.
Take care - Syd
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