The world is made of drugs
By Bigheadbob
Smoke upon the window, Scorpions in my face. Wedding gowns made up, Entierly of lace. Smoke stacks in the sky, People in the streets. Sitting, Standing, Speaking, The policemen walk their beats. Flowers in the garden, Weeds all about. Wollowing in its pity, Sitting in self doubt. Desks in the class room, Kids in their seat. Little puppies suckling, On there mothers teet. Colors in the air, Hail from up above. Walking in the streets, All you he does shove. Trees upon the horizon, Kites up in the sky. The word is made of drugs, All that get it high. Drugs have made the world, What it is today. Messed up? yes it is, So for it I will pray.hmmmmm...? Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 01:00 PM PST 0 • 9
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