What Happened?

A poem about dealing with something I'm currently going through . . .

Use to play and throw the ball
And talk about comics and such
But now it's different
We don't do anything much

It's just wondering everywhere
Calling whoever we can think
Just to get a little plant
With the skunk stink

No matter what day it is
It's truly just same
We don't talk star wars anymore
It's now poison games

But wait I should stop
For it's not always similar
For now you do harder poison
Nothing is really familiar

No more playing guitar
Or throwing the ball on the street
Instead we're bowling
And running from the heat

So now I sit in the cold
His new poison is here
I would say something
But I have too much fear . . .

Author's Note

I have nothing wrong with pot . . . everything else can go to hell