Mwahaha

I am the rebel angel.
The pot-smoking, risk-taking, goddamn undercover stoner.
I can walk into a room full of people
and only the important ones
don't smell the whiskey on my breath,
or the tobacco on my soul.
Teachers, coaches, parents and the like
never suspect
that the punctual little diligent student they see in front of them
could ever do what I do.
A writer like me couldn't smoke anything,
the girl who turns every paper in on time
could never be hungover.
How wrong they are
when I walk into class hungover and high.
But that's me.
That's so me.
Only the important people,
never see.