'To whom it may concern,
It's still raining dirt outside my door.
The baby in the jar, I swear,
Gave me a wink and a grin.'
No, it's not another trip.
No, it's just a little trip.
No, it's really not a trip.
No, it's just a little trip.
'The mafia gunned down
The boy that I thought I would marry.
I tried to get to church,
But God told me not to bother.'
No, it's not another trip.
No, it's just a little trip.
No, it's really not a trip.
Yes, I really need this trip.
So as to keep me on my feet.
Hi Ana I like your stuff it's raw and Cobainesque! Do you really take heroin? Sean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ana Do you really take Heroin? I really can't say anything if you do... Very good poem. You just have to read it while in a certain..mind set. Surprisingly enough, I understand it. Keep it up. Lauren Renee'