Breeann Mahoney Poet Rhyme

Destructive Friends

Up all night
                             into the dawn
                             pipe in hand
                             till it's gone,
                             with a friend
                             who does the
                             same, we always
                             like to play this
                             game.

                             Now it gets weird,
                             it gets strange,
                             feeling numb,
                             feeling deranged.
                             Lurking and, 
                             creeping with
                             the shades
                             pulled drawn
                             day is here 
                             though we're
                             all gone.
 
                             And good friend
                             Jones won't
                             go away sits
                             in pipe till
                             next day.

                             When we
                             scrape to
                             find it there,
                             just an illusion
                             do not care,
                             need to stop 
                             and, show our
                             ware.

                             We're not misfits
                             come look and, see
                             Were just avoiding 
                             reality.

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