Smoke

By SmuggledOranges

 Puffin' that joint,
taking a long drag. 
Got my weed in my pocket,
and the money in the bag. 

I shouldn't be doing this,
this is wrong,
Staring at the wall,
listening to my high song.

I'm not a stoner,
this is just for fun. 
One or two more hits,
then I swear i'm done.

But I'm always back to this,
blowing them smoke rings. 
I remember when I used to have fun,
doing legal things. 

That wasn't too long ago,
I'm just a kid.
Fuck peer pressure,
who care what everyone else did. 

But i'ts not pressure anymore,
I do this because I want to.
I need another fix,
I don't know what to do.

I shouldn't be sitting here,
stoned off my ass.
Sitting in this cirlce,
giving the bong a pass. 

I should be studying,
doing my school work.
But whats the point of school,
if this isn't a perk?





















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Copyright 2011 SmuggledOranges
Published on Tuesday, October 11, 2011.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: well . . . i went down that path, still am on it in a way. but been sober for a bit recently, and honestly, if you're truly thinking about quitting it's not too difficult, but the first week or two is hard (don't give in though!)

  • namelessmadi On Tuesday, October 11, 2011, namelessmadi (36)By person wrote:

    I understand this well, best of luck, good poem though.

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