STONER

Nothing but a pot head
A stoner always high 
Come on man , give it up
Gotta do it,  gotta try.

Anytime day or night
You just wanna  smoke
I find you dazed , eyes are glazed
You’re always high on dope. 

Can’t have a conversation
Can’t get too close to you
Too relaxed, sitting back
You’ve smoked a joint or two. 

Plowing through the Cheetos
You’ve had too many chips
When you gonna realize
Something’s wrong with this?

No true aspirations
You’d rather roll a joint
You ain’t going nowhere
You’ll never quit…. you won’t.

You play the same, familiar tunes
Comes easy every time
Nothing new, nothing from you
You’re lagging far behind.  

With talent one could envy
Wasted….  nothing new
Tired of expectations 
Nothing more that I  can do. 

Everyday …. it’s  the same
The same  …. year after year
Every time I look for you
I find you sitting here.

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Image: Google Images. Pixels.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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