Put that in your pipe and smoke it

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What is this stuff

that makes me so numb?

You can roll it, and burn it

and it makes you feel dumb?

Wow that sounds great

sure, you can sign me up.

I love wasting my time

who’s got the hook-up?

Only have to meet a stranger

with a pocket full of cash?

Then hope for the best

he won’t rob and kick my ass?

Geez, and all this time

I’ve been playing it safe.

I was told it would kill me

when I was just a small waif.

Young and naive

I listened to the warning.

Come to find,

my life was just boring?

Inhaling tons of food.

“Where the hell are my keys?”

I swear I’d go crazy

If I wasn’t so “at ease.”

On second thought.

I think I might pass.

I happen to like how I am…

without any grass.

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 

 

 

20 comments

  1. Cool poem!

    I have good friends who feel like they’re better writers stoned. I’m not one of those people. I like the stuff, but a little goes a long way, and I can’t live my life high, as some do. I don’t have the gene or whatever it is that allows one to function in that state. My experience is a lot like what your poem describes.

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    1. Thank you so much for nominating me. I am truly flattered. I have decided to no longer answer awards though, only because I had missed a few nominations from others and I feel it would be unfair if I did some and not others. Thank you, thank you, thank you,

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    1. Thank you. I had commented to others about this, I lived on it for all of my 20’s and then it turned on me. So did the drinking. Now, all sober and righteous (totally mocking) I thought it would be funny to write about it. I smelled it and started to crave it… figured if I occupied myself the urge would go away. Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

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