Whatever
30 March, 2008
Author: Cody Christopher
People cry
when babys die
Babys cry
and we dont know why
Hippys love
Gangsters rob
some snort snow
others shoot up with smack
One goes down
the other goes up
Trip on shrooms
or chill with Mary Jane
Lifes a trip
Master the mind
------- Author's Notes -------
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Tanisha (69.205.151.111) -- Saturday, February 7 2009, 05:23 am i think its saying that everyone's different, and that there's more then one thing out there that can change your life. |
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