by dokurtybitz

Lungs spasm
Eyes go red,
Viewing the world
Through a haze
That slowly clears
As the door is opened,

Chain smoking
Passed around the circle,
Always to the left,
Til the furious
Suck, bubble bubble bubble,
Exhale, cough,
Everyone full
And chill,
And the bong gets put

And now we
Fold laundry,
Until we come together
Repeat the cycle,
Day in
Day out.

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