High

An Eminem inspired poem.

Baby, here we go.

Go again.

I hate it.

It's always the same thing.

You take a hit.

You get high.

Seriously, there's more to life.

Life isn't at the end of that joint.

Isn't all that entire Eminem cd.

But apparently, they go together perfectly.

Baby, this is goodbye.

I can't deal with you always being high.

Your euphoric ecstasy.

Get high.

Goodbye.