Dropping Acid: Take Two

This is a weird poetry styled writing about the second time I dropped acid and had a bad trip.

Here we are in a circle playing cards. 

It was only four of us with a new member: a virgin.

The papers came and we thought we wasted our money.

I sure didn't.

Here comes the laughing.
Wait, now I'm shaking.

I can't stop f*****g shaking.

In and out of the house that was pulsing. 

The music was different, change it please?

No, s**t it is even worse.

Okay okay, calm down. Don't ruin it for everybody.

Why does my boyfriend look like a wavy Lays potato chip?

You shouldn't be laughing because you should be seeing it too.

I don't like this feeling.

My chest hurts, why is breathing so hard?

And now the grass looks like caterpillars emerging from the ground. 

Now PB wants to go with the aliens.
The WHAT?!

Aliens are going to abduct us?

NO. F**K YOU.

I need to leave. 
Let me go. 

Author's Note

I do not condone the use of drugs, specifically acid. Do not pin the blame on me for you wanting to try it or for trying it. I'm not responsible.