I can't breathe, there's too much smoke
inhale the air and start to choke
can't buy reefer, way too broke
no more cash and too much smoke

I can't see, it's way too dark
fighting blindly through the baseball park
walking drunk pass all the narcs
fighting blindly in the dark

i can't talk, there's nothing to say
oh sh*t, here goes another day
sugar tells me how to walk that way
shut my pretty eyelids and let my mind play

i can't breathe and i can't see
i can't act right, i can't be me
smothered by the ocean waves
and washed into an empty grave

Hey, I really like this poem!

I replied to it on the poetry board.

Hope you are able to stay dry in this rain we're having.

You were always a good poet, but I think you're getting better all the time.

Respect and solidarity.