Joey the Junky

he was a junky fu cked up, done wrong almost died again he was the sad sad stoned son of no one It was bad He wore it all on his back Until they took him of that I seen him just the other night, He held a cardboard sign Trying to find A hole so he could lay sick and die He provoked the snake and his fangs sank in and so his suffering began this was his last leap of faith As a blood clot Made it his last shot Frozen till death Found stark naked It was sad He was sick So he died in it ©