the table/the gun

the gun is on the table with five people staring at it

the house smells like pot

passing the pot around the table three people actualy smoking it

it comes to me

what do i say?

what do you think is going threw my head?

when five people stare at me telling me it well take the pain away

when they say it well bring my best friend back!

well it realy?

when well i see her?

i deside i well.

i take a small puff not to big

i pass it to someone else

i run out of the house i scream out there i yell at the world









       THE GUN

there was the gun in my hands every 1 else had a gun too

showing me how to shoot who to shoot when to shoot

it's scary

all of them high

all of them drunk

all haveing a full beer beside them

a emtey beer can under them

telling me to shoot at the beer can


Author's Notes/Comments: 

with out the table the gun wouldnt make sense

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