my, oh my. time.

my, oh my. time.

A Poem by deegolden420

Look at the clock.

What will you do?

Who will you hit or who will you screw?
What will you do with the time you have left?

What can you buy or what can you theft?

Who will be watching and what will they say?

"Why do you choose to spend you time in that way?"

Do not take what they say to heart.

Because time has no limits. There is no end. There is no start.

 

© 2009 deegolden420


Author's Note

deegolden420
this is what is produced when your high and in creative writing class.
shit comes out.
.we just started our section in poetry

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Ahhhhh, the affects of being high and having to be creative......Very thought-provoking and well said!

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I like to write. I like to read. I like to smoke pot. more..

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A Poem by deegolden420