I Feel A Poem Coming On
Anytime I see you,
I know I'm going to change.
It takes days, sometimes weeks
For your vision to fade
after contact was made.
Spend time with someone else,
get laid, get away.
I convince myself I can maintain.
Maintain as in "maintain"
when you're flying on pot.
We used to get away with so much shit.
Like driving stoned, purchasing stoned
talking stoned,
walking by cops stoned.
No one affects me like you do.
No one makes me call upon those old hippie memories
like you.
Ever the thought of becoming a cop?
After successfully escaping the searing heat,
driving back to my sanctuary,
I scream with delight,
"Well, OW!! Um, BABY!!!!"
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