29 May 2012
Do not read if you are offended by drugs, swearing and randomness. This is just a fitting poem about an experience with a legal high. ( So not really drugs ? )
Been a long night at the club
But fuck it let's begin
'Hold that smoke, don't give up'
'Don't let go until you spin'
I was bound to see things grim
But what came I did not expect
A really, really dumb thing
An incomplete set of cards,
Yes, Not yet a deck
They were flowing past in front of me
Nearly everyone was there
The only face which was missing
Was the one who's loss I couldn't bare
The jacks
The jacks
The jacks ain't giving me shit
I started to jump and scream and shout
At the fact they don't exist
Picked up the bong, leaned and swung, At Illusions in the mist
In the confusion that just sticks
My mate had just been hit
But today felt right to share
As a message cos I care
They may say that it's all legal
They may sell it everywhere
But if you smoke this strange old plant
You really must prepare
Salvias not no laughing matter
Get ready for what waits you there
The Jacks Ain't Giving Me • Opuss № I