Fill

Get hot, 
grow pot, 
smoke rock, 
clean cut, 
just kiiillll cells....

Hurt your brain, 
go insane, 
don't refrain, 
just maintain
your youuunnngggg still....

And you'll recover..
    just like any other..
Day you.. plan on..
    getting slightly ill...
Don't consume.. your.. self
With righteous preach-ing filth
This is your day
Just holler hey
Come get your fill!!!
 

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.