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Justice · 05-27-2007, 10:32 AM

Were we getting a little off track there?
Don't worry,I can write no matter where I am,unless I'm dead ofcourse!
I even wrote a poem one time,at 3 AM on a morphine pump,in the hospital,after having surgery! The nurses were kindof tripping out when I asked for a pencil and paper at 3 am,and they asked if something was wrong,and I just told them,no,I just feel like writing a poem! They just laughed and walked out and got my paper and pencil for me! Here's that drug induced poem....
"Give it Up"
You think you know me.
But you don't know jack.
You think you please me.
But you don't do that.

You say you've been there.
But you've been everywhere.
You say you love me.
But you can't even see.

The pain you've put me through.
That's the only thing you do.
I think you use me.
But you don't take no crap.

You lose me,even with a map.
To my heart,you can't even see,anything like that.
I say you're never here.
But you won't take the rap.

Even though you are to blame.
You're not all that.
You'll take me to the sea.
And then propose to me.

But you're always just the same.
You're just so ****ing lame.
So,give it up,you big bad boy.
You're just a little toy.

For all the girls to play with.
But never,ever,stay with.
So,give it up,you big bad boy.
Just give it up.

So how was that for a hospitalized 3 in the morning on a morphine pump poem! I don't know what I was thinking!