High - Poem by Jenny Osborne
Because you got high, and decided to drive.
It wasn't not you, but a kid from school.
Maybe you knew him.
His name could be Tim.
His parents are there crying.
While you are thinking of dying.
You have the evidence on you.
You could pay for the things you do.
The cops see you and suspected.
You know you will get arrested.
You say you will never do it again, but all knows that's just pretend.
Once you start you just can't quit.
Everyone will get a kick.
You are facing 4 years of juvy for first degree murder.
That sucks because now your in the burner.
Your parent come to vist.
You know you don't want it.
They ask you where you got it.
All you say is that I bought it.
They try to help.
Though you need dealt.
Your parents turn to walk away in disgrace.
You say will this be discussed?
They dont talk.
They just walk.
Your in juvy.
Though your a nuby.
To think all you did was pot.
Though you took away anothers thought.
Though they died, they float in the sky.
You know that you will not go that high.
You die as a killer.
It was never a thriller.
So this is how it ends.
Just remember this happens to kids.
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