"My Potatoes"
My orange taste buds tasted like colorful potatoes.
These things are not what they may seem.
Is life a scheme?
Or is it a $5.00 ream of rolling papers' steam.
Something I wipe my ass with?
Illegal to possess?
On this screen's silver scene.
Don't want to be mean.
The wrong potato chip?
A party's dip.
Another sip please!
My mouth is dry.
Like some country sky?
Why not fly by?
Very high.
To this morning tonight?
Why fight about it?
Taste the garbage.
Keep it lit on a white night.
Like a light birthday that I missed in June.
Much too soon.
May 30th 2014.
By Jonathan Billet's- 6/28/2014
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