Weed

by

Angela Darlene Bean

this poem may not rhyme
but I need to get a dime
or maybe just a quarter
and send myself to Charter
if I get a pound
I'll be on the ground

passed out, no doubt
once I had an ounce
I felt like I could bounce
or maybe I could fly
I really can't remember
i was just too high

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