Rytalin and Amphetamines
It makes you feel,
like your made of steel,
the street name is literal,
i'm uncontainable,
but then at the end,
with all you have spent,
my head is spinning,
but i'm still grinning,
happy but dull,
but why am i full,
now i must smoke,
and hope i dont croke,
if i go to bed now,
i will not say chow,
but i must see it through,
try and chug down some grool.
Copyright © Lawrence Lewis | Year Posted 2014
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