turbo1904 Middaugh

San Diego, CA. January 22, 1963
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Getting High

I was too busy
getting high to
raise my kids.
I kept getting high,
over what I did.

I was too busy getting high,
to do the right thing.
As you get older regret,
burns, bites, and stings.

I was too busy getting high,
to go to school.
I was that kid that,
broke the rules.

I was too busy getting high,
to hold down a job.
I'm a female,
and look like Bob.

I was too busy getting high,
and ended up in prison.
They tried to tell me,
I didn't listen.

I was too busy getting high,
and life passes by.
There are no do-overs,
you can't retry.

I was too busy getting high,
to tell the truth.
All I can do now is to,
inform our youth.

I was too busy getting high,
to show up for the holidays.
When they asked why?
the hell I would raise.

I was too busy getting high,
I'm trying to have a good time.
I missed the clues and
ignored the signs.

I was too busy getting high,
I thought it was cool.
I was Sailing away,
on a ship of fools.

Here I am at sixty,
And all alone.
Reaping the harvest,
That must be sewn.

Turbo1904 ♥
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