Uppers and DownersA Poem by Michael SearsThis is about a boy who thinks he's got his use under control But it's obvious to the reader that he's really only fooling himselfTwist and roll, don't burn the bowl the crystals melt into a puddle vapor goes in, and a cloud comes out there we go, I'm ready to party Right now I'm seeing why so many risk it all for such a rush and are left in sickening poverty I-I-I feel so smart now, I cannot stop talking Do you mind? I hope I dosnt bother you, I'm not a shady guy Oh man I feel sexy, now This high I feel all over now It's real, right now, why cant it be true Feel high forever? No way, that's cray but wait, why not? I'm down if you are. That's how life is though Have you seen the LA weather? Up you go,and down ya go, and back up again,the fun oh yes it never ends My brain is spinning like a merry go round I'm smart, I can do this, I know what all this does There's a large amount of dopamine It's in the deepest part my brain the middle center holds all this pleasure, Thank's for that God, It's such a blast! I've never ever felt any better Well maybe one time... Or two, or ten Have you ever had a Dexie before? Perhaps a Bennie? Oh, no, not once? Wow man, what a drag Don't worry, bro I got you, though I always have plenty! So tell me, buddy, since you're so new Have you kicked it with crystals crew? She kicks it with those cats named Molly, then theres Lucy, and sweet old Mary Crystal's already rocked my world right now We're always told to watch out for those girls But squares are full of s**t Why listen to some sad , old doctor, Who spends all day in a cold white office wishing for a working pecker My goal in life is to control my state of mind my state of choice, is euphoria of course is easier than I thought it'd be to live a life of non-stop ecstasy I just stay turned on to some degry The tools I need I access quite simply The trick is to not use so much chems a lot and fill the remaining moments with God's gift The green stuff, the grass I love that stuff, no matter what without that s**t I'd be hella fucked
So Pack the bowl Hold it in your mouth Now burn that s**t, BURN THAT S**T! Hit it Hit it! Now quit it, and- Give it! You end your toke with a relaxing exhale enjoy it. It's good, a plant never did no harm I'm fine with my life, I can get along As long as that damn establishment keeps from breathing down my neck © 2013 Michael SearsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 6, 2013 Last Updated on March 6, 2013 Tags: addiction, drugs, personal, semi-autobiography, teenager AuthorMichael SearsStatesboro, GAAbout18, from Los Angeles, just moved to Statesboro, GA to live with my best friend and relax in the country, away from the body and mind pollution in LA more..Writing
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