AaI Harvey (13/07/80 / Cannock)
Weed could affect your memory
Weed could affect your memory.
Mom what was I like when I was younger?
What? Huh? Sorry I can’t remember.
You see I’ve been smoking this shit, all my adult life;
My memories useless. What were we talking about?
Me Mom, Me. What was I like when I was a kid?
Oh you’ll always be Mommies little baby to me.
Yeah but Mom, I’m older now and what will I tell my kids?
When they come ask Daddy, what were you like in the Naughties?
When you were our age, what games did you play?
What music did you listen to and who was your favorite?
What music did you love? And was there anything you hated?
Because I’d like to be an angry teenager and become an anarchist!
Because it’s clear you don’t care
About me, because you can’t remember.
When is my birthday Mom?
Er… I know it’s in November.
Oh thanks a lot Mom!
It’s not my fault.
I told you I can’t remember anything,
Because of this green stuff.
(C) 2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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