Here to abuse

When the weed wears off
And the xanax kicks in
And your mouth tastes bitter
And your spit thickens
The haze is a cloud
And its fogging your mind
Lost in the smoke
But no man's left behind
We trudge on together
Rally the troops
Take another hit
And don't get it confused
We're not here for a good time
We're here to abuse.

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Comments
Right there with you. My poems are a lot like yours I think. Thanks for posting these.