Perfect Day
Smokey hazed peaceful ride
I think some brain cells might be fried
Release the tension I hold within
Just as soon as the trip begins
Fire in the hole all day long
Rockin out to classic songs
Before we enter the christmas run
I will have my shopping done
When the day is done, so tired and beat
Can't wait to kick the shoes off my feet
Take a shower and hit the hay
Sleepin late the very next day
Perfect day to go out and buy
Perfect day to go get high
Pefect day for me and you
Doing whatever we want to
But...
No more buzz and perma-grin
No more smoke for me again
Time to quit while I'm ahead
No more smoking till I'm dead
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Perfectly Flawed
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with depression, eating disorders, hate, anger, suicide, hope, love, change, and new life. Enjoy :) xx
