Paintball My Anti Drug Poem by Christopher Lacomba
Paintball My Anti Drug
the rush blood pumping ready to move,
horn blows run fast get to the first obstruction,
colors flying everywhere shots persisting all around me,
pop out! pull the trigger head is rushing ears thumping,
thwak the satisfying sound of a direct hit,
1,2,3 pain along my side i look and see that i have been marked,
gun raised head held high knowing that i have done well
this is my anti drug.
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