Wednesday, September 30, 2009

You put the high in high school

How dare you finger me with greed?
You come down here and smoke my weed!
complaining, when you find a seed
-- you think this shit comes guaranteed?

Don't shame me if I bum a ride
when I'm the friend who gets you high.
Don't smoke my joint and then deny
me something that you had to buy!

You don't appreciate my tone?
You come to me to get you stoned
then say my weed's as dry as bone
-- well next time damn well bring your own!

9 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Bwahahahahaha. That was awesome. :) Who is this about??

Adelaide said...

Poems are like stories: the characters do not always directly signify the author.

Majimo said...

I like it!!

Claudia said...

I like it a lot!

Kathy said...

hahaha it rhymes!

I like it, especially the title =)

Mary said...

Amen sista! Everyone's experienced this one way or another... even if it doesn't have to do with illegal substances. It gets irritating when people take advantage.

Andrea said...

I love this poem! :)

PS. I love you, thank you so much.

Michael Villo said...

Ha! I know exactly how this is.

Found your little poetry site from Laidtheblog definitely a treat.

bettyl said...

That summarizes a lot of people I have run into in my life!