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A peom called Buzzed

post #1 of 5
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The weed keeps me alone

But alone feels like home

I drive all around to get stoned

And I turn the ring off my cell phone

I sit in a stupor and a zone

It’s a feeling I long have honed

And I know that my actions have shown

I only care about my own

One day I will atone

But the timing is clearly unknown

So if you would throw me a bone

Get out so I can lie here prone
post #2 of 5
Best thread title ever.
post #3 of 5
Poor old sergeant Apone

Got snatched by a hungry drone

when he could have been eating ice cream cones

or hanging out with Sylvester Stallone

Now he's nothing but bones.

And maybe some alien feces.

NOTE: I'm aware that the accuracy of the poem as it relates to Aliens is suspect. Apone was impregnated (not eaten!) by the aliens, and presumably died when the atmosphere processor exploded. I had to take creative license to make the Apone character work within the diagetic of my poem.
post #4 of 5
This is out of our range and grown
This is getting to be drone!
I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned!
post #5 of 5
Thread Starter 
New one:

Responsible for many power surges
I’m in Bruges with thugs with violent urges
I’m in love with peace that shines like tendrils
And here I am, just a guy in the middle
My peace flows from a point of pure creation
I can’t write while I make this contemplation
I must pause so I can reach to the functions
I cross paths and jump to different junctions
My high goal is to find my motivation
I know where but I’m frightened by the distance
A great fall would for my state would be in order
And I must admit to this, that I’m known to be a coward

So how do I find power?
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