one bad rave in hundreds, by Mary Magdalene
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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
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Posted: 2008-06-03 21:30:18 UTC |
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