Hand at poetry…
Now a crazy person as I am to rip the poem apart!
Later...
Spiral, seamless
Light as ever,
Float before my eyes.
Smoke from the cigarette is sooo cool…just float no matter how many times I try to make an ‘O’
LOL!!!!...
Whither away,
In smoldering heat.
Idle
I sit here in vain
Being at work is such a pain
Everyday is just the same
And birds fly out from my brain
I need a pre occupation
I need a lively sensation
Or I’ll end up in damnation
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