I am not good at poems, I rarely spend more than ten minutes on them, but this one was requested by a little wicked she-devil called Lucia V. and so I came up with this. She specifically requested a poem about drugs that would have a sad atmosphere and not condone drug use.
Sometimes
the realm of the hungry ghosts
dusty locusts gobble up gray sells
and poop out fleeting self-esteem
childhood innocence to redeem
a chemical iciness roasts
my throat and scent entrance
taste this false security laden lance
almost as good as kisses from dazzling damsels
cover up my Jonah complex
no pain no gain
dura lex sed lex
only shards at the end of the fast lane
you can dribble past the God of success
your raging glow may impress
soon the locusts will have their fill
you are left on the debris of potential
your scary calling still louder than your denial
safer than reaching for stars
cheap speeches with fellow cowards skulking in dingy bars
My nerdy world 
You are really good at poems, especially If you write something like this or that in less then 10 minutes. Means it is coming by itself from you, which is kind of talent? Yes.
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You’re very kind 🙂
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Well, thinking now about meaning, if someone isnt good in something but yet doing it, means results arent best right? But when someone doing something and having talent for it, results are good, then we can say person is good in what is doing. Just my morning thursday braintrain.
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it’s a crappy overly verbose, overly complicated ‘poem’ in my opinion, but thanks for your support. I think people just like it because there are some less commonly used words in it
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