Marijuana

by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)   Jun 17, 2020


I'm not paid the promised bonus after a government project.
My friend dies,
His son does not cry for him;
He is glad he's gone.
I lose my dream job,
My cousin's son asks me if I will have pension money after retirement.
I feel depressed by life,
So I smoke a blunt of marijuana,
To get some peace of mind.

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