The Chronicles Of Crystal Black Pt. III

In college the company Crystal associated herself with Weren’t the brightest crayons in the box They all loved smoking weed and Many different pills they would pop Some of them liked to send weed in rounds Through what they call special brownies And with every bite they’d drown themselves deeper Into the solar system of pot leaves and all others surrounding She was invited to many wild, sex parties Complete with several kegs of liquor ‘Cause it was they guy’s sole purpose To get a girl drunk enough to stick her Possibly even lick her One of the guys even tried To flirt with her but She knew that if she did anything they’d turn around And dish the dirt on her So she just got up And decided to leave for fear of doing something that She’d regret which would bring problems she doesn’t wanna conceive As much as she wanted to stay She strongly felt that she made the right decision That saved her from living The mistakes played out in her vision She rinsed off her make up Turned out the lights Snuggled up under the covers And called it a night By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)