Poetry Dice Entry; sticky sticky dope, paint my palette shades of green, break my heart with patent ease

sticky
sticky dope
make my garden blue and green
coming up with summers sheen
and eyes that know
the beauty in a pipe

knocking on the door
who could it be the dogs go off
no-one visits it is the law
the boys in green
with their papers
and large gauge sidearms ambient

four on the floor
four, with all their flowers and their perfect beauty
lie cut down on the floor,

now all that medicine is no more
this world is filled
bastards various galore

it all went well
the choices clear
obey us now
and things are sweet
we'll just fuck you over
and you'll be happy that we did
a mental tortoise oh he may be
but in the end it could be worse
in my land of birth I would be
in the hole right now

still, heartbreak looms for me

nothing much left in store
the costs they rise just more and more
and the state of spain wants su parte
produce another 300 euros
out of my very flesh

good deal pay half
unless an opinion you want to voice
then you can do so
at you own monetary expense
I shit you not
it costs to speak
pay 600 euros just to say get fucked
your honour!

you look and see
the pyramid is climbed with notes,
they see so much they have no idea
what it is like to see them not

so they take my girls, when in their prime
they were so pleased with their fine haul
smug with guns but (kinda) human too
I know them well
they are local
I have been to see them more

so when he declared it would be so
I took it up not content to bend
so completely to their will
you can't take the lot I have my needs
and we could reach a common land

a fatal shore a real bargain
leave some of mine
and I'll be fine
pleased as punch right then

but still I fume
instead
I smoke (fumar haha)
I partake of my girl
and try not to think of those babies lost

happy faces lined in pain
that dope was meant for something
better than their flames

now I understand
what this poetry dice
competition did to me

it pre-saw disaster and didn't warn
disguised it as a simple game
I know my birdies' not to blame
but it is the only part that's really freaked me out
now I don't know well
if I can do it more
not anymore
not evermore
in case it leads to hell
lol
the moon it has been full
my walks at night have been quite good
nothing needs at all to voice
and not many want it anyway

but it shits me too
that I can't tell
this story clearly 'cause it's
clearly better
than just good

source competition post

this is an entry for @robyneggs Poetry dice comp

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sorry

Blame it on the sunshine,
blame it on the moonlight,
blame it on the good times,
now blame it on the steemit.

video bicho hmmm... sometimes
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