Poison Jars Contest
Poison ginger jars,
Filled with white pills,
Sticks of Smokey tar,
While obsession over spills,
wondering like a star,
as you continually kill,
Jars at local bars,
And yet you casually still,
Drive your late night car,
A life furthest from filled,
Drifting reckless and far
You have lost your living will.
By; Sabina Nicole
written:1-20-12
contest: jar
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012
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