Nothing In The Pot Poem by Dorsey Baker

Nothing In The Pot



You smoke your pot
then you sit
and stare at the wall
all day long
too comfortable
to be alive
or live your life
the future is waiting
but you are still ignoring
don't you
sometimes find yourself to be
so boring?

Sunday, April 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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