The Offspring Of The Floating Potheads
They inhale the poisonous substance,
adduction had no power over resistance;
their brain's responsiveness is too slow:
look at them: their glance is so mellow!
This is the offspring of the floating potheads,
they renounce everything that means strides;
they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes:
soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. "
Vacant glances and sunken cheeks stir disgust,
their veins must be fed with drugs, not nutrients;
don't they stretch out that bony hand to collect
a meager sum not enough to buy Ecstasy pills?
Onlookers speed by, not expressing human apathy
for the useless ones who display a state of misery,
but who are the offspring of the floating potheads?
Friends, strangers, the homeless, and the Diddies!
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