Don't Ask Me How.

Don't Ask Me How.

A Poem by Dale Pavolko

Sometimes when I’m tripping,
When I am really stoned.
I have a propensity, of intensity
That chills me to the bone.
When it’s getting late, I reiterate,
I know what it is, it’s something I ate.
I got a new suit of leather.
To protect me from the weather.
Don’t ask me how,
But I managed, to peel it off a cow.
It’s a little rank,
This one guy said it stank.
But, I think he is dead now.
Don’t ask me how.
Sometimes when I’m tripping,
You know, when I am really stoned.
I seem to forget the niceties,
That’s usually, when I break someone’s bones.
I like things that are fermented.
This one b***h said I was demented.
I think she is dead now.
Don’t ask me how.
Sometimes when I’m tripping,
Like everyday, I am really stoned.
I get this urge, like I’m slightly perturbed.
This doctor said, I was mentally disturbed.
I am pretty sure he is dead now.
Don’t ask me how.
A lot of people that I meet,
You know just strangers on the street.
Well they just pass away.
It happens every day.
Please don’t ask me how.

© 2010 Dale Pavolko


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Added on November 26, 2010
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