Uppers and downers; from smiler to frownerMature

This 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 himself
Lucy- LSD
Molly- Ecstasy
Chems-synthetic drugs
Green- pot

Twist 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 happy

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 shit

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 shit I'd be hella fucked


So Pack the bowl

                  Hold it in your mouth

                                           Now burn that shit,

                                                                       BURN THAT SHIT!

            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

The End

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