Tag: drugs
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OPERATION
I’m chewing but not on a fruit pastille Tuned in to evil, I deserve the Bastille Many misspent yesterdays, my powder like the home of an eskimo I’m a cute hooer, pastiche of better chancers and pesterers at home Who patrolled these sole-molested streets donkey’s years back I’ve got a scales, gauge swaying as it…
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High as times
New strain from Neptune High grade, hits great Under its sway Easily persuaded To engage With green I’m not Gawain It’s not greengages aging in my wicker basket Not that you’re asking.
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Upright Now
Nothing nice about sobriety Christ, I miss the highness When it rained, I realized my crown was made of paper It sagged, warped, then melted away, my pride faded I was getting faded daily Hacking up stubborn lugies then mortaring them over the railing Every day toking cutting down the tree of me The worms…