Dedicated To..... - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
He gets up, plans his day? ?
(He always spends them the same way) .
Goes through the room and rolls a few,
'Cause nothing else he's going to do,
But sit in front of the T.V. set,
Smoking a marijuana cigarette,
And when he's stoned right out his head,
He's carted off back to his bed.
Tomorrow he'll be back, as usual,
As I've said, this is his ritual.
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