Monday, October 6, 2008

Till' death do us part.

By Chadston Ingram


A Drink of water i sip before i get into it
I cut it open and release the tabacco into the fluid
No more water for me, straight to the green
a ziplock bag comes out and its time to roll up like long sleeves
by the time i finish, im feeling the breeze like tall trees
at this point im higher than any of the birds and the bees
my brian cells are jumping like lama beans
i now know how jack felt to climb the bean stock
looking down from my height and praying to never drop
but when my high goes away and i sober up
ill go in again not giving a fuck.

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