I write poetry about the messed up things that happened in my life as a slacker. I’ve seen and done some messed up stuff and I still mess up so that’s why I can write this. I have many other poems this one wasn’t meant for the public to read because it is the one I read at my friends funeral believe it or not. I am a sick person and I love it……

I woke up with this girl that I don’t know and this cocaine nose ache,
The empty sprite bottles smell like codine cough syrup,
The burn marks on my chest indicate that the girl was smoking while she was riding me,
And The scratches down my back let me know that she was a freak,
Noticing this I decided to wake her up for another go,
Her body felt cold and mine felt slighly numb,
I saw her eyes staring at me as she rolled on top of me,
I couldn’t feel it but she had slid my piece inside her,
After awhile the sex got boring so I got up to go see my girlfriend,
She was in the other room with her girlfriend,
They where both still naked and asleep so I didn’t bother them,
I looked at the clock and it said 6:47 am so that means I only got thrity minutes of sleep,
I decided to walk out side and see if anyone was out there,
I noticed my friend laying their so I kicked him in his side to get him up,
He didn’t move so I checked to see if he was breathing,
He wasn’t he had died from an overdose on cocaine,
I guess he was just slightly more numb……………….
Ryan S Johnson
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