Don't walk on the park grass
It's not allowed
I smoke dope everyday
Tobacco remnants litter my pockets
I've got a spliff waiting to burn
Walk into the coffee shop
Old San Francisco blend is the best
My old friends walk in and we make a circle
Outside we share smoke rings and laughs
Walk home
The same old place in my heart
Avoiding watching neighbor's eyes
I just want some peace
My pipe is packed and ready to go
Walk to my bed
I lay down my tired head and close my tired, red eyes
A contest entry
- Beat Generation by GirlAnachronism.
475 points, ended September 29, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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very simple, straight to the point, i like that. i like the lines starting with "walk home" through the end of the piece. maybe work at it a little more, with the line breaks and such to make it flow a little better. otherwise it's great, the last line especially. thanks for entering!
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