Ramblous Poem by Melissa Vitiello

I answered her and told her I liked her.
Why all the fuss? I'm not a home wrecker.

Called me a druggie than said you'll hurt me if I talk to her.
Maybe I do take too much and that's why everything's a blur.

My good friends Mary Jane; her brother Haze. Be amazed
When people tell you 'hey, your eyes look glazed'.

Say the druggie: take some shrooms now.
Sixty minutes – Eat grass. Believe you're a cow.

Are you thirsty? Here have some beer.
Damn. You're drunk off of one – you one beer queer.

I'm small but I can handle my liquor.
Ask him – over there; his name's Victor.

I smile and you think I like you.
I just wanted to get to her so I pretended for a few.

And no I couldn't keep my mouth shut which is why I'm in pain,
And no, unfortunately I have no one to blame.