Sharp mouth so I smoke blunts to soften the blow and ascend from a low to a high.
That way I won’t have to watch what I say because the loud is so strong,
I’m no longer weighed down by what’s right and what’s wrong.
I can speak about what I please and be free, free from anxiety.
3 forms in which I be – happy, sad, content – the third is an emotion well spent, on which I’m hell-bent will lead me into a life of mediocrity.
It’s a destination I don’t want to see.
So I’ll let this smoke cloud my thoughts and bring me to my epiphany.
Hopefully.
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