Burned
the tip of my finger
Lighting
the glass pipe
I
guess it’s the price of being a stoner
Always
wanted to believe irresponsibility was a virtue
Here’s
my rub if fucking little boys in the butt
Isn’t
a cardinal sin then pray tell what is?
Drank
the two cans of Coke in the frig
Now
I want more because it only takes one can
To
become addicted to the Black Death that is Coca-Cola
And
I wanted to drink lemonade with you beneath a shade tree,
But
there’s only the lemons of my life and shade is non existent
In
this Donnie Darko darkness
Maybe
a sugar free grape Popsicle will do the trick
If
I can get passed the flavor of artificial sweetener
I’m
not a rat in a maze even though Pavlov is my God
I
know the grass is running out
I’d
be a liar if I said that wasn’t bringing me down
The
genius of being a genius is catch and release
Charles Cicirella
10/24/17
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