The Poem
12:11 p.m. - 2004-05-08
I�m at work on a Saturday. I�m not exactly working; I�m freely using the internet procrastinating work and studying. Why? Because I�m like that, because I like to put the pressure on myself of cramming the night before and then making not so good grades and then feeling guilty and all the drama.
But anyway, yesterday, the Bill-Man e-mailed me a poem that he thought may be mine, at first, I thought it wasn�t mine. I read the first part and I was like, �Hmm, this is pretty good.� Then I read the next stanza and I was like, �Whoa, this is mine.�
I wrote this poem during the last part of my teenage years:
The first time I inhaled you,
You made me cough.
Just like the time
I smoked my first joint.
I smoked to look cool,
I felt like I had a pin stuck through my brain
I wanted to pull it out, to taste the pain
But I played along like a fool
The fourth time
I only did it because I didn't
get high the first three times
I was challenging the drug
The fourth time
I finally got high
I liked feeling too happy
When I was down and I smoked
I felt even more depressed
But when I came out of my anesthesia,
My problem didn't seem so bad.
Okay
So I've never been addicted
Hell I've barely even smoked a joint
But if you were pot
I'd definitely be addicted
The first time I saw you looking at me
I was embarrassed, shocked, and captivated
Now
Instead of you looking at me
I look at you
I do it subtly
if you ever caught me
I would die
When I see you
My heart skips a few beats
I wish I could bring myself to talk to you
But I'll always wonder what would have been
If I would've smiled when I saw you looking at me.
It�s not great or even good, but its funny and it reminds me of the old high school days.
Anyway, my sis is the coolest professor in town now with her nose ring. Anyway, ya�ll have a good weekend ya hea�!
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