He said He didn’t get High
he said he didn’t get high
he said it and he meant it
he was there to represent it
like a school yard rhyme
with his balls
(he had two big ones)
like ripened country plums
i want him to bust ‘em
between my aching walls
i couldn’t wait
the pharmacy was so far away
and it was late
and i was hot
so daddy dug in raw
he hit my spot
too far gone
to contemplate my fate
today
i’m sitting in a chair
taking smaller breaths
each time i breath the air
looking all around
i am quite the cynic
peeking under skirts and into shirts
i wonder, what has been in there
and why they are in this clinic
never mind
said the little mind
inside mine
“why are you here? ”
why am i here?
he said he didn’t get high
he said it and he meant it
he was there to represent it
like a school yard rhyme
with his balls
he had two big ones
like ripened country plums
i want him to bust ‘em
between my aching walls
By Ghetto Girl Blue
Jessica Holter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-said-he-didn-t-get-high/
