Angel Dust

Poem By Aram Stefanian

You are numbed out on angel dust:
A bad tripper over jagged rocks.
Too scared both of your perverse past
And of your destined eternity-box.
Even love happened to be no fair,
No great shakes and faded away.
Will you survive after a nightmare?
Got any designs fir another day?
Gotta hurry up: you're pinched for time.
Take crystal T, sedate the beast inside.
As soon as you get off the dime,
You'll take advantage of a joy ride.

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