Fucked Up

I be smokin killa weed,
Gettin ready for the dead.

Me and my girls get dressed,
We can only leave lookin the best.

We be doin lines like there no more,
Life with out drugs is such a bore.

16 shots of the juice,
Startin to feel fresh and loose.

Find my spoon, melt um down,
Pass out face-down.

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By me, right now

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StonedSober
September 24, 2008

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very shitty thing to do if you ask me but you already know that...you should probably not be using spoons and needles and all that shit...but i have no say in what you do...so i guess live ur life the way you want
Delicate Fire Water
January 4, 2008
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It's good, however, I feel there could have been more. Also, don't forget that you must put this poem in the adult section, because anything you write should be G-Rated (AKA a 5 year old can read it so no profanity) but I liked it Well done! Nice write, and keep up the good work!

All the best,

*Stephi*
Broken Machine
January 4, 2008
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Wow that's good.