One pill made me grin One pill made me frown One pill made me high A king without a crown Go ask Antwan When he goes home alone Go ask Antwan what his years have shown One pill made me laugh One pill made me cry One pill made me honest That same pill made me lie Go ask Antwan when he tells his tales Go ask Antwan When he needs to post bail. And sometimes you can see While outside the rain does fall and sometimes who sits beside the phone Waiting for you to call And I decide that there's more to life than having sex and there's more to things I write then describing my life as a wreck And the view from my window shows the dew collecting en masse And the words that I have to say they come out too slow or too fast And they stare wordlessly at nothing And the smoke begins to rise And it's your job to not whine and instead recognize here's your chance here's your chance here's your chance here's your chance.
Reason for writing:
Inspired by the actual song "White Rabbit" by Grace Slick when the Jefferson Airplane was awesome, I basically posted this, despite it sounding like gibberish, if you read back through my poems and my writings, you'll see it really isn't
Birth sign: Aries
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