Lost

poem by: Edgar Bummer
Written on May 18, 2014 

  
  Mind in a haze, Always be blazing. The ganja is strong, it got me rung. Lost myself in the smoke. 

  What have I become. 

  D.A.R.E taught me better, don't touch the green; it ain't what it seems. Get you high in the beginning, but that beginning is your end. 

 So don't touch that my friend. 

 My momma isn't talking, my papa always barking. Paranoid as shit, but I need to finish my hit. No more talking 

 I'm hazing.

 

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