Blurred Dream

***yes, this poem is about cannabis***

You make my mind blur

It makes me feel like I'm in a dream

Everything around me is spinning

I release the smoke from my lungs

This dream has only just begun

I only do this for fun

Inbetween the choice of passing out

Or going for another round

If I run out I start to pout

I'm only satisfied after I've had a mound

Cabinet full of twinkies for the side effect

Spraying frebreze in my room to mask the scent

Sleeping until noon because a snooze is all I need

To wear off the effect of the deed

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[M.A.]

Defiantly know theses effects like the back of my hand. You captured them well. Thank you for sharing.