It is no children's bike
when I blow my mind
I find a joint strike
a war-zone in my head
which makes me mad
happy and sad at once
could I perchance
be satisfied
if I only
if only I
tried
if longing
died
with it's smoke
it's a fag
and it ain’t no joke!
05 04-2015 Madrason
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