You’re the shit in every way
because you can get high everyday.
Leave life behind for a minute,
go throw your shitty life away.
Talk shit about who you’re jealous of,
and in-between, take a puff,
buy it, load it, smoke it, leave it;
you’re a child no parent could love.
You’re a druggie, a stoner, a piece of shit,
the munchies attacked – no clothes will fit.
I’d give you this poem to let you know
but you’d just end up smoking it.
You ARE shit in every way,
because you can spend money everyday
on pot to smoke to feed your lungs,
I laugh as you throw your life away.
~EMS
Sunday
4/26/09
12:54 AM
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