• troubadour 5w

    Sit And Smoke
    Oct. 3rd, 2011

    Sit and smoke,
    toke after toke.
    It's one big joke,
    burnt and broke.
    It seems as though yet again
    I have fatally misspoke.
    Can't easily toss off the yoke
    of oppression,
    of stale depression.

    I've wailed and wept,
    regrets and guilt for too long kept.
    Forced and furious,
    it seems that I am too curious.
    I'm deathly serious,
    I don't think I can handle much
    more of this.