it's been so long since i've
wrote poetry on here ...
most of you have probably forgotten
that i write!
(EPIC FAIL.)
so, without further adeu ...
cirrhosis
teary eyes and messy sheets;
spoiled milk and nothing to eat.
stop smoking!
put your cigarette out, please;
let me breathe!
let the
cool wind and sweet breeze
flow through my window pane,
without being intimidated by your
factory bread suicide.
because i could've swore i almost died
that night you decided to light that
purple shxt;
and your breathe smelled like car exhaust.
step back, let go, watch out;
your stink weed smoker.
your kisses and smooches
burn my mocha cheeks,
like roaches on rosy lips
becoming dingy, colorless;
blind to the harm you're causing yourself
and deteriorating your life for a
temporary high.
step back, let go, watch out;
you stink weed smoker.
selfish bastard; spending all your money
on
rotten teeth and cancer;
black gums and gorilla lips.
you're taking more lives than your own!
your best friend mr. secondhand
is doing his part too.
billowing up, scouring
ventilation systems
and infant lungs;
do you realize the harm you cause?
you're own guilty pleasure is a
mass murderer,
a serial dealer;
teasing lives with smoke knives.
i'm allergic to your ignorance,
but with no way to escape
my mind is cluttered,
wishing you'd drop the blunt
in the gutter.
cut it, rip it, slice it in two;
fxck you!
killing me softly, silently, wordless.
all of this for a habit, addiction;
can't even put a restriction
on such patheticness.
control yourself!
nasty, stinky, synthetic-flavored
and adding chemicals to
an already
not-so-healthy body.
LET ME BREATHE NXGGUH!
step back.
let go.
watch out.
YOU STINK, weed smoker.
