I snorted coke & speed,
Uppers to awaken,
Downers to sleep,
Acid just to get further out,
Wanted to meet God or just about…
I’d walk the streets,
Smoking a joint,
Flaunt that bone with no fear,
Smoke it in front of “the man,”
I was going to live forever,
Then even 30 seemed far away,
That point was abundantly clear…
Here I am in my mid-fifties,
Hard to believe I lasted,
Been quite sometime since last blasted,
I never anymore drink, and rarely get high,
I know I did all that and more,
And now I can only wonder, quite frankly, why?
© ed - 10/18/09
Regis
God bless you,and be happy!
Be always safe,
Karen
The falling down sometimes hurt
Have a good one
The Buzzard
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YEP - THAT PSYCHEDELIC SHIRT AND BIG SCHNOZZOLA IS DEFINITELY YOU!
BACK THEN ... YER PEA-BRAIN WAS OUT-WEIGHED BY YER BIG, BRASS BALLS !
I ONCE HAD A NEPHEW, DAN, WHO DID ALL THAT N' MORE - HE DIED AT 50 !
WELCOME BACK TO FACING LIFE'S HARD REALITIES ...
MODERATION IS STILL THE KEY! PEACE, BRO - TOMKAT.
Were a bit too risky for my kind of play
A bit of the smoke I'd say I inhaled
And fortunately never once found me jailed
We all do things crazy as part of our youth
Now some of us are satisfied with gin and vermouth
Welcome back. Patrick
Take good care of you...
In Spirit,
Bear
Glad you aren't snorting Coke anymore. I agree with Mr.Ed. Its so much better in a glass with plenty of ice!
Blessings and huggs,
~Linda
PS: Have fun at Edvard's party, he says I've been banned - Bummer.
EDvard(k)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Continuing to lift y'all up in my prayers; ya need 'em! :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.