Poetry Lucky Butterfly & Too Late for me

 Some Poetry to browse    1...just for fun  
                                          2...about drugs
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                     (Styled after a Pantoum)
                      LUCKY  BUTTERFLY

She’s lucky she’s a butterfly flutt’ring gently by the hours
Wafting on the balmy breeze, kissing pretty flowers
Landing on the softest blooms drinking nectar from their lips
She’d inhale the gentlest perfume with a touch upon their tips

 Wafting on the balmy breeze, kissing pretty flowers
 Must be a charming job to do. in and out of bowers,
 She’d inhale the gentlest perfume with a touch upon their tips
As she drinks her butterfly nectar in delicate little sips.

 Must be a charming job to do...in and out of bowers,
 She’d get to see the gardens, sweet peas in pretty towers
 As she drinks her butterfly nectar in delicate little sips,
 Then lifting off to catch a breeze, up and down she dips.

 She’d get to see the gardens, sweet peas in pretty towers,
 I wonder if she gets her strength from caterpillar’s powers?
 Then lifting off to catch a breeze up and down she dips,
 Bold butterfly with paper wings seeks out the dewdrop’s drips

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               (Echo Continuo)
            TOO LATE FOR ME

It's mish and mash, I'm smoking hash
I'm smoking hash, did I say that?
I did say that! No myth this mash,
I myth this mash when I smoke hash.

My brain's now free from smoke and pain,
and pain from smoke has tamed my brain,
has tamed my brain like ringing bell
like ringing bell in this damn cell

They won't believe it's just my dream,
my dream where I can see them cry,
I see them cry, they ask me, "Why?"
They ask me, "Why, you know you'll die!"

"You know you'll die!" Is that my mum?
my mum who cries aloud, "Don't die!"
"Don't die my son!" she cries, "Oh why?"
Oh Why, can I but sigh... Long sigh.