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Jay Mil Poem
I live my life sober and clean
but once was called a bean
I started with promise and hope
then found myself drowning in dope
I smoked a dart from a pack I found
that led me to joint just to be sound
I made friends with a bottle I bought
only to find them gone after we fought
I tried mushrooms for giggles and fun
then to LSD to talk to the earth and sun
I get bored and like to move a lot
so Crystal was great so I thought
I finally found a bag of cocaine
she's the devil I named caine
I cut my first line with a knife
then vowed to make her my wife
I tried to run from her sweet smell
only to find myself under her spell
I worked hard day and night
just for her love with no fight
I chopped my lines every hour
enjoying life with a new superpower
I went one day to share my one love
to a woman who fit me like a glove
I woke up in pain no later then noon
to my women with my caine in a spoon
I watched her whip something sweet
with a flame I'll try this new treat
I was mesmerized and in love again
with a pipe that looked just like a pen
I managed my love with a new routine
with friends and family calling me a Bean
I finally ran away from my two wives
but not until I drained many lives
I stand here today sober and clean
but still think of myself as a Bean.
Copyright © Jay Mil | Year Posted 2024
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Jay Mil Poem
Welcome to the
ONE-MAN CIRCUS
The clowns are comin'
They blow the doors off
a tiny car, flying,
Trippin and fallin like ADHD thoughts,
horns screaming like silence never existed.
Everybody talking at once.
Nobody hearing .
I’m laughing ‘cause stopping feels worse.
I look up.
Someone’s pacing a beam,
back and forth like when everything’s on the line.
Its thin as sleep.
Thin as patience.
Each pass telling myself keep moving
or I lose it all.
No net thats for the weak .
I look down.
Fire yellin in the air.
Im a master down there feeding it,
crackin' that whip , pushing heat,
playing tough with something that wants blood.
That pipes burns in my chest sayin,
Yellin' do somethin' I mean anythin'
even if it leaves a mark.
I look over
A roar rips through the tent.
A lion paces, throat raw,
sounding angry and mean,
but it’s really just me maskin my screams,
‘Cause nobody listens to soft.
I look back
The ground starts shackin'.
An elephant moves through,
breaking just by moving,
leaving a mess I have to own up to...
Later....
But it really just piles up,
Until it suffocates everythin
The ringmaster
I stands solo.
Hands in my pockets.
Pupils dilated but tired.
Watching every act crashin into the next,
every thought cutting the line.
Tryin to run my own show
that just ain't takin orders.
It’s lonely in here.
Loud as hell, but lonely.
I exhales,
it is what it is
I smirk, like it's a line said before.
Lights air on.
Noises keep comin'
No breaks no time.
One tent.
One head.
I shamefully, proudly.
Announce
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to
my whole damn one man circus.
Take a seat and enjoy the show.
All donations are welcome,
but lives are worth more than bills...
Copyright © Jay Mil | Year Posted 2026
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