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