A Story Without an End (a poem about smoking while telling a story)

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by DELTAnineTHC, Jun 4, 2008.

  1. So here's the deal, und this the pill,
    but with it don't fill, the emptiness to feel,
    the things beyond the window seal,
    and then if use you, my words to kill,
    i'll ask politely that until, i am told to take the wheel
    you take it then and drive for me
    i have this pipe to hit you see
    so back to this question, back to the front
    please while i am talking, do roll up that blunt
    they took from me things to say
    they then rewrote my lovely play
    and now i'll take things from them
    i'll rape, i'll steal and i'll live on a whim
    now is that thing ready? Damn spark it up
    i'm low on time, and i got a full cup
    im mixing up stew, i got none for you
    so i told her i loved her, and she said she did too
    thats where we were, please say if im wrong
    and while im thinking, would you load up the bong?
    now where was i going, and where were we before?
    i should have been paying instead of looking out the door
    shit i forgot what i was saying and im rotten to the core
    did you even listen? It must have been a bore...
     
  2. I like this alot. Thanks for sharing bro.
     

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