“Dope’s High – 1969”
Pin-wheeled eyes
Black skies.
Thought I died.
Cop knew what I was up to.
Red-shot eyes.
Scum’s skies.
Heroin highs.
Don’t laugh-it cries
Like all shit, it attracts flies.
Get dried, bent, and die.
Suck your toes.
Blow your nose.
Snot runs from it.
Like shit.
Zip your ass.
Hounds of hell pursue.
Don’t live a life of despair.
Smell God’s clean air.
Billet’s Nightmare Past
2011 – Summers’ Lat
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