Submissions by turner-1983
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 4:48am
25th Sep 2012 4:48am
Timothy Leary
Timothy
Oh, Mr.Leary
How can I stand?
Slopping hills, Bright nights,
Wow, Pretty colors!
Seems to open closed doors in ones mind,
Which door? That door! It's time for more,
four to five bucks a hit, Now your lit!
Night seems like day, Awake I stay,
No food, No sleep, Only drink.
Real becomes unreal, For a time being,
No longer seeing, Life's realities.
Oh, Mr.Leary
How can I stand?
Slopping hills, Bright nights,
Wow, Pretty colors!
Seems to open closed doors in ones mind,
Which door? That door! It's time for more,
four to five bucks a hit, Now your lit!
Night seems like day, Awake I stay,
No food, No sleep, Only drink.
Real becomes unreal, For a time being,
No longer seeing, Life's realities.
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