This poem was written in October of 08. Who doesn't love music? It puts me in a state of mind that I can let go of my troubles... I get a feeling that I hear people describe when talking about what the herb does when they smoke it. So I get my high off music, so much that I wish music were playing from the sky like some sort of intercom all day. P.S. This is a precursor to the poem "Them" which is a more recent poem. This is High on Music:
When I listen to songs like this...
No man makes me feel so good
So beautiful, so indulged
What is the need for weed?
It makes me so intoxicated
With every note the composer wrote
I feel every beat
The words so enticing like a treat
Every second of the day
I want to hear music play
Music of every type
To fit every mood
And blast when I'm on the turnpike
Yea that feels good
My drums bumping in my ear
I don't really care
If it makes me deaf down the road
Im'a keep jamming
And when the time comes
Im'a carry that load
Press replay over a dozen times
Trynna repeat the lines that ryhme
Everyone has an I-Pod
But I ain't that blessed
For this CD player I thank God
And for this song Im'a sing the rest
Good Morning, Mr. West.
OoOoOoooOoOoOoOueOoooooo....
* Poem by Lex *
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