Puff the magic bush, smoking through the sky.
A rainbow of colors clouds my vision.
The sky and the ocean roar together.
I am not a criminal; I am a drug addict.
I am not crazy; I am a drug addict.
Pop, white powder splits the skin.
Viruses of plague rots our body.
We choose years of pain for one brief high.
I am not a criminal; I am a drug addict.
I am not crazy; I am a drug addict.
© 2008, Tolbert Jones Small
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