Crackhead From Down The Road
There was this crackhead,
That everyone wanted dead,
Right down the road,
She would buy in a truckload,
Till the night ends.One day I was feeling quite sad,
When she came to me probably mad,
Saying some story,
About someone who died from worry,
And how I should stop being gloomy.I felt so down,
So to get rid of my frown,
I invited her in for coffee,
If she was free,
So she came into my home.She was far from young,
And had a useless tongue,
For her words made little sense,
But they were still tense,
As she sipped her drink.Finally I told her about a boy,
Who treated me like a child's toy,
She told me not to cry,
As she sang us both a drug lullaby,
So I decided to try to sing a line.After that she would visit everyday,
And I started liking it this way,
For I wasn't alone,
Or on my own,
I always had a friend.Until the dosage of the song,
Was calculated wrong,
They said her heart came to a stop,
And she was found by a cop,
Who came to take her that day.Everyone cheered,
The crackhead they feared,
Will now be forgotten forever,
But I could never,
Forget my crackhead friend.
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Poetry On Drugs
PoetryWhen the day ends, the darkness begins. ----- A collection of dark poetry that is nothing but a side quest. 12/11/19 - #104 in living