short poem

[DaveyWonder]

Hey, this is just a poem I felt like writing one of the last times I smoked:


Has it gotten to you?

the smell of burning flesh inside
the house that reaks of do-or-die

does it get to you?

The sobbing mother with unborn child
whose dead-and-gone when all's said-and-done

the watchful eye of father and child
stare at the creature brought in from the wild

have they gotten to you?

when you dare to stare to the unknown
inch your toe to the edge then run back home

has it gotten to you?

a shot to the head, one step and your dead
when the life that you've led contradicts what you've said
and we're all seeing red

has it gotten to you?

[gogo]

perfecto! keep writing bro