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A poem by Daniel A. Rogers


Submitted:Oct 10, 2013    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Once a upon a time A man approached me under a bridge and asked me for a dime He said thank you thank you as i gave him the coin I'm going to a friends would you like to join I said sure I guess I'm free but where are we going and who are we going to see He said oh it's friend dont worry but im kind of in a rush let's hurry I followed this man across a land of buildings and concrete jungle until we met this guy who looked a little sly and he said his name was mungle My new friend gave mungle some money and then things got kinda funny In his pocket he started to dig looked at my friend and pulled out a rig He picked up a can from off the land and treated it like a pan He cheffed up some powder and I softly asked what it was he didnt reply so I asked louder he said would you like a buzz Now I smoke pot and like to get high but what this man got I thought i might fly so nervously I agreed after a sigh little did I know now my soul would slowly begin to die




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