The High Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

What you on?
Gonna waste all common sense
What you on?
Maybe he'll sell some
You on drugs?
Ask random for whatever
It doesn't matter
You got drugs?
Repeated over and over
Thinking what I thought
What you want?
The question always precedes
Movement cut, then snorted
Ripped, ripped up then down
The ambassador spoils you all
Suddenly queen for a night
Vampire in the day.
You're imploding now
Are you; am I, or imagining it all?
Here on drugs.




Taken from Smoking Butterflies © 2008