Untitled (Drugs Work) Poem by C Jay Caputo

Untitled (Drugs Work)



I don't have a lot of money,
but spend every cent
On developing a way to wipe the mind completely clear of everything.
And sometimes I forget just who I am and what's has happened to the world
So I guess I've come to the conclusion that drugs they really work

Sunday, July 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drugs,money,sometimes,work
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