manuscriptx
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There’s One sitting next to me, one sitting far away; one at the library, one a mainstay. Everywhere I go, whatever I say; they pop up out of the ground, crack-addicts here to stay. Shooting each other, hounding each other like ravenous wolves; fighting over packs of meat not exactly white cotton wool. " Huffing " Freon, white powder worth plenty; momentary blast of gratification; killing someone in the bay.
Getting caught is no good, getting trapped in a crawlspace; look, there’s a thug to the left of me, thugs out on a take. Thugs straight ahead of me and thugs right behind; thugs everywhere I go, thugs anywhere I stand. No matter what the consequence never matters watch what you say; they easily lose their temper, they just want to get paid. If you fight one, you might as well kill; otherwise they'll come after you, not one but ten mil. Like cluster bees scouting the prairie, like stale barbecue sauce; like salt water of the earth, like doves called albatross.
This poem is to illuminate, this poem just goes to show; how much I completely hate them, they are an eye sore. Society can do without, society can survive, not a bunch of BS, just a slice of humble pie.
Getting caught is no good, getting trapped in a crawlspace; look, there’s a thug to the left of me, thugs out on a take. Thugs straight ahead of me and thugs right behind; thugs everywhere I go, thugs anywhere I stand. No matter what the consequence never matters watch what you say; they easily lose their temper, they just want to get paid. If you fight one, you might as well kill; otherwise they'll come after you, not one but ten mil. Like cluster bees scouting the prairie, like stale barbecue sauce; like salt water of the earth, like doves called albatross.
This poem is to illuminate, this poem just goes to show; how much I completely hate them, they are an eye sore. Society can do without, society can survive, not a bunch of BS, just a slice of humble pie.