Category: Poetry


Karma's VenomPoetry from Karma’s Venom

Oh, the Circle I do weave
It leads to disaster, I do believe.
I take pills in the morning for pain
And yet there is nothing to be gained.

At night I want to take a hit
I want crack, just a little bit.
Just a little bit leads to more
I must see my dealer, I am out the door
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by: Karma’s Venom

While I have a Roosevelt dime,
I will call my psychic this time.
Thinking in retrospect,
Should I have given Mars more respect?
If Mercury turns up a spade,
Will it be in retrograde?
Oh where is that beautiful Venus?
Will she affect my genius?
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