Second Half of Second Caution
I’ve been to tenements, town houses, towers and mansions
And there are people in each doing what I’ve thus far described as a mission
Sans commission
Walk through a neighborhood that ain’t so good
As you convince yourself you should, you could, you would
And the only other white thing besides me in such a habitat was a white neon light
While we junkies bow to and bless the night
That another day has ended until begins tomorrow’s plight
I’m telling you people I’ve lived on the right side, the wrong side and the middle of
the tracks
Praying for me to nod out and not realize a twelve car freight train is speeding my
way
Because sometimes it’s just too difficult to suffer another day
Another day to go places where children are un-fed
Because daddy’s dealing dope and mama’s charging a john thirty bucks to give him
h**d
They hand me my dope and cursed the fact that he didn’t draw a gun
And then my life would come to a blessed end
I’ve seen, gone and done things none of you would dare do
and the mink killing lady over there, especially you
I’ve done things to my body that shouldn’t be done
Unless, of course you set your course for a pledge a place opf peace, gentility and fun
Alas all too soon you find that the fun has been replaced by keeping on the run
Phreepoetree
(So Johnny or Tommy, you want to expend all the energy having to keep up with a
habit
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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