When It Comes To Getting High Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Remember when it was so much fun,
now they are always hiding, when their not on the run.

Always thinking of plots, and schemes, to get higher all the time,
their main goal, and refuse to let other ideas, into their mind.

They traveled many roads, making tracks, everyday,
never getting ahead, and won't even try another way.

Wearing long sleeves, in the summer, not proud of what others may see,
only fooling themselves, with that game, so why don't they let it be.

They often talk about others, when their life is the same,
then they all get together, and play each other, with head games.

They pass on a comfortable home, to share the woods with tic's,
It doesn't matter how they live,
as long as no one interferes, with their fix

Adults hiding in the bedroom, as the children listen,
and smell smoke outside, only fooling themselves,
because they have no patience, when it comes, to getting high.

Often staying up for days, many hours, at a time,
most accomplishing nothing, and would give up or do anything,
and will never satisfy, their mind.

07/23/05 A.D.