Drug Coffee and the Poets Daily Taste
By VocoKool
Colorful taste buds drip down my chin like a snake through razor blades, It is this induced pleasure of racing heartbeat action that kindly tears my paper to shreds, Dark, Roast, Touch of rum and I am flying, Six in the morning, noon and at night it never fails to seize the moment, After blue collar hours I transform into a raging beast with a red hot pen, Rush….(Speeding) Smooth vanilla, creamed latte and steamed hot weed, I love the drugs, They make me cool. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 03:38 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Colorful taste buds drip down my chin like a snake through razor blades,..."