Could I get a little puff?
Let loose, and maybe end up in some handcuffs.
You know how the law goes,
Beat you half dead, while they rip off your clothes.
But that's beside what I'm feeling inside.
I want to be on cloud nine by the rise of high tide.
I was always intrigued by its hype.
Let me taste it to get a feel for the type.
I hear it cures what I'm going through,
Makes me see things,
and there'll be some weird stuff I do.
He asked "can you roll a blunt nice,"
But all I thought was how I want to hit it twice.
I hear it's addicting,
But in my eyes it does a lot of fixing.
We joke, and we pretend like it's nothing,
But this cure or danger is definitely something.
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PoetryTackled by too many emotions, and riddled with pain, a character tells his story through poetry. As he happens to find himself stuck in a rut for years, he turns to any and every remedy to ease the pain. Drinking, Crying, Writing, and listening to m...
