Buzz

by Four Letter Lie   May 30, 2008


Sitting down,
Looking around.
How will I get my next buzz?

Walking to the cliff,
Standing at the edge.
I can feel the buzz.

Another step closer,
Wind's blowing hard.
Need more buzz.

At the edge,
Arms spread.
Still not enough buzz.

I walk along a bit,
To the steepest cliff.
I want my buzz.

I walk off the cliff,
Get battered around a bit.
No more buzz.

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