Lift, light, inhale,
Lift, pop, swallow,
Open, lift, sip,
They are all the same and yet,
So different;
Marijuana – The beautiful stench of the sweet herbs,
Smoke filling my lungs,
With God’s relaxation;
Lifted to another plain,
Eyes open and tranquil.
Zoloft, Xanax and Prozac,
Others drug of choice.
Sitting in their glass houses,
Uppers, downers, red, blue and greed –
They never let you down do they?
Liquor – Ah liquor,
Three fingers and that’s all, okay maybe three more,
Perhaps just another –
We all have our reasons
We all have our escapes
We all live our lives.
Choose More!
SDM
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Sunday, November 4, 2007
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