By Free Cee Santa and His Self

so there were these two junkies discussing their addiction one's reason was totally accurate the other one's was fiction one blamed his habit on everyone incuding Santa and every single elfin aid condemning everyone for every mistake he ever made his father beat him, his mother strapped him to his bed and daily his sister would wish him dead my aunt stole all of my money and a lady lied by calling me honey "so what was i to do" he queried his friend? "there was no reason nor excuse any of them could defend so naturally i turned to the needle and the peace it provided and by their cruelty to the cooker was i guided" i had no other viable choice and no one would ever listen to my voice my life has been wasted because no one ever shed a tear for me and all of them opined that i'd never be free the honest one said "shut up and listen to what you need to hear you ran to the cooker because you wanted to get high and away from fear as for me i ain't blaming Santa or any single little elf because the only person i can blame my addiction on is myself (c) 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~