gettin' lit

we sit, we get lit
if we don't get our way
and our say
we throw fits
in bits and pieces

on the uder side of the fence,
dey got green grass -
water it e'ry day

it a big white picketed fence,
ya know what i be sayin', man?
it big and it white
and dey eat fat po'k
e'ry monin',
dey eat like dey be at dey's last supper
e'ry monin'

i woke up in a strange haze
dis monin'
i was in a pool of vomit
and i still don't got no idea
whose it was


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-13 at 05:41

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