I'm Not Bitter, I'm Just Better

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by }{Feather Pen}{, May 20, 2007.

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  1. No, I wasn't high when I wrote this. I don't smoke pot. I just thought I'd write a poem through the eyes of someone stoned.

    The bright lights consume me
    Incense are infuming
    Stranded in the desert
    With a plant that's in a
    Pot
    As the day gets brighter
    I had forgot my lighter
    So I lit it with
    A match that I had
    Not
    Getting close to noon
    I settle in a dune
    Higher than the sky
    Or so I
    Thought
    Now it is the evening
    Getting time to feed me
    Put it out before
    That I get
    Caught
     
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