Freddy Ibarra

Rookie - 0 Points (8-23-96 / Texas)

Drug Ballad - Poem by Freddy Ibarra

Back of the building, we're with your friends
Back of the mind, smoke in the air then
Let's clear that up, even if we felt ends
Something with these withdrawal pills won't mend 
The numb tips  when my hands on your hips
The nasty taste on lips, oh how they miss
Your dirty kiss, drugs, love, must mix up rough.
Oh princess, you can keep all that stuff

Smell of the haze, reminds me of my dad
Slowly no haste, do it till I don't feel my hands
I can't feel my face, don't stop till I can't stand
Give me that slutty taste, show your friends...that I'm a man

Snow the white, burn the smoke, just to start, drop the spheres
It isn't right, down the throat, cut the heart with your spears

Bite my lips, I just might back
We're so lit, let's come back
Numb those hips, break that back

Drug ballad, dancing with you
Drug ballad, even though it's through
Drug ballad, dream of it, oh yes I do
Drug ballad, I know you do too

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  • Rookie - 167 Points Yoonoos Peerbocus (6/30/2012 12:05:00 PM)

    interestingly set/nice (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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