Fifty-One Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

Fifty-One



Marijauna cigarette.
My silhouette.

In the mirror of regret
I met with anxiety.

Paranoid.
Destroyed.

Annoyed.
Resisted, twisted thoughts

tthat existed.
Misplace waste, I'm thinking it was laced.

Monday, June 19, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror,paranoid
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