hookahhead Posted March 22, 2014 "A little dab will do you", he saidSo I asked for a big one from the old DeadheadThat's the last thing I recallBefore I choked on that oil ballAs I sputtered and gasped for airI noticed everyday pains were no longer thereAnd as my grin began to spreadThe stress lightly floated out of my headI laughed to myself, because worrying seemed so sillyAfter all, whatever will... at least it won't kill me. 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
woodwoman Posted March 23, 2014 I like your poem hookahead, did you write it? Here's one of mine, similar subject. SPEED Shoot that needle up your arm, it might do your baby harm. With all that poison in your veins, some must end up in it's brain. But who cares? No one will know, until they watch the baby grow. And if it dies, well what then? They'll have another, maybe ten. Sure as shit it's happening, unfortunately to my friend. I hope she sees herself one day and gives that filthy shit away. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hookahhead Posted March 23, 2014 Yes this one is mine. Never felt the need to write something until I read a few good books ;) 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites