Little O.C. Poem by halliebird gibson
Little O.C.
it was a hot day
you was sick and
i was ill
all it took was
a little round pill.
no more sweatin&
no more bitchin
all it is now
is a little nose itchin
a quick bust
a little mushin&
a couple scrapes
a rolled bill or short straw&
a clear nose is all it takes
instant gratification
at least thats what you say
dialated eyes you see,
i can always tell
nothing beats my little friend O.C.
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