h o m e m a d e b a c k r o a d p i p e

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broken pens

stuffed with weed

inhale deeply.

smoking away responsibility

and all your money.

green for green.

fits in your sweater pocket

just like our worn and torn

dreams of doctors and lawyers.

passed down by sparking

eyes from the sparking glassses

of christmas eve drinks

of our parents.

sorry to dissapoint you dad.

but after all i aren't i just like you

in the end?

sitting on a thorne of

unfinished dreams and

empty bottles of liquor

at your feet.

do i still heavily disappoint?

or am i more like you?

homemade backroad pipes

they remind me of our never

ending fights and our matching

green eyes.

10:43pm

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