High

I'm very much against drugs...

I’ve no use

For your snow or your grass,

Your horse or your hash

Or your stone type trash;

I can get high

On the breeze and the sky,

The storm passing by

And the lightning flash.

 

I’ve no time

For your joint or your weed,

Your smack, or the creed

Of the junk you need;

I can get stoned

On a beech or a rowan,

A sail headed home

Or a sunflower seed..

 

Life’s too short

For your H and your coke,

A head full of dope

Or the joints you smoke;

I get my kicks

Where you don’t need a fix,

With old-fashioned chicks

And the gentlefolk.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[The Ponderings of Bella]

:) I love this poem!!!! I like how you used all the slang terms for what the drugs were called throughout your poem.... very good!! You should sumbit this to an organization that discourages the use of drugs or something....if you don't have a book of poems published by now .... you certainly should try because you are amazing!!

[Josh]

This is good. I like your rhyme scheme and the point of the poem. God Bless.