Dime Bag Days
Take me back to the dime bag days
when we were hotel hippies,
thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state
of delirium.
Our souls were scattered messes
among the unbent hills -
dreaming of rebellion and freedom,
pockets empty, heart's empty
Having no sense of direction and
craving toxicity like it is a
natural remedy. We were walking
disasters, baddie two shoes.
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