one bad rave in hundreds, by Mary Magdalene Subscribe to rss feed for Mary Magdalene

drugs is what they ask for
demand it by name
uppers, downers,
get me high
i've seen it all
and i watch him twitch
sweat on his brow
is this fun?
is this what you wanted?
fuck man, you took my pen
how much E did you take?
and i know you just wanted
to forget what is real
we all need
to escape, i feel for you,
man
but your jibberish
is the only sign of life
that's you've given
since 2AM
it's getting old, man
just shut up
in the sweetest way, i mean
what the hell is it worth
a few good hours
maybe not
where the fuck is my pen
man, what are you doing?
coming down yet, dear?
feeling better yet, dear?
well, that's the price
the $20 that you paid
Posted: 2008-06-03 21:30:18 UTC

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