I can write to kill and make, drive people insane
Or help them drive in their own lane
Can For shots like John wick
Or talk like Red
Either way I have words to be dead
And buried to the ground
In them 6ft silince no sound
Mike drop when I'm done talking
I have fun and just keep walking
Drug addictions are crazy
I don't think those people are lazy
Alot have been victims of abuse
Have now where to go and start to loose
In the end it's Drugs they choose
So stung up on serious shit
I don't think some can even quit
When you look into the eyes f most
Dead eyes look back Ike they are ghosts
On the steps of even a church
Ghost scenes of Frankenstein or even Lurch
Sad state of affairs here in some ways bad
I can just walk over, I'll feel bad
So I stop and get to know them
The more I hear, I want to spit up flem
Because because being a victim of abuse is the stem
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PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
