Hang Over

Morning Hang Over

Cigs smoke fills the lungs

whiskey fills the blood

fuzzy dizzy coughing

hit the pipe get it red hot

light headed buzz kicking in

lsd for brunch

ice melts turns to water

uppers for breakfast

downers at bed time

i ask you do you know

the time?


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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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