Tuesday, May 06, 2025
community
sometimes we have plenty,
sometimes we have none,
but most specially we like to have fun.
be it night time or day,
come what may, see us smile in the sun,
bring our friends bag, dont forget it, run.
ill bring the razor blades, you bring the foil, a barbeque is what we'll say were having- smoke fuming out: come!
whats her number does she have one
what about him? i know him.
when did she go? did he die-we were
friends-
now i only have some.
the community mourns as one.
lets party we all say but we know its just for fun
for all seriousness we died already
chasing our friends one by one.
dont mock or hurt is weve already been done.
dont scorn or chastise us, we know. were not blind, deaf, or mute, we're broken, cold and alone ready to say hey hows it going
cheer up we're still here, friends, and some.
to those that passed before us we miss you and dont worry we still have it, what
you left us,
the memory of friendship come.
Labels:
anti-prohibition,
cereal,
creative poetry,
drug war,
friendship,
my friend,
news,
old friends,
poem,
poetry,
writing

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