After the High
Hitched a ride with crazy
That was such a trip
It's what I get for being hazy
Don't know 'bout myself lately
Maybe need another hit
Or hitch another ride with crazy
Need to quit wasting myself & being lazy
Getting bigger and no longer fit
But it's what I get for being hazy
Streets know me as "Broken Lady"
For my bruised face & slit fingertips
Hitching too many rides with crazy
Curl up and bawl like a baby
Waking up feelin' like shit
What I get for being hazy
Puking to pop music from the '80s
Partying can be a bitch
Hitched too many rides with crazy
Chased by dogs with rabies
Ended up in a ditch
Hitched too many rides with crazy
It's what I get for being hazy
This is a villanelle for my poetry class. Tell me what I can change.
No comments:
Post a Comment