The slam:
Minds twirl
ballerina's pink frills
the hulks green rage
emotions joint haze
spent like my last cent
feed absent Absinthe
memory disengage
I reach voice mail once agian
I alway seem to wander in
never really wanted...
I'd hang up but
cell phone's "end" is all i got
is it I party too hard that I feel lonely?
or is the quietness only self inflicted marajauna justice?
am i this
cos I smoke Cali Mist
and the next hits
just 200 rand a bag away
cos the Swazi just won't do today...
The chronics got more kick
and I'll be doing Jedi mind tricks
and i never get sick
only my emmotions are screwed
and what do I do?
consciuous propted
I dropped it
Pick a new habit:
paranoia, anxiety, laziness
God dam it
I pick another joint
beacuse the Swazi will
have do to day.
Well that's my poem tell me what you think?
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