Silver Spoon
Born with a silver spoon
In his mouth
But it's rusted now
By the heroin flame
A world of possibilities
Washed away by pain
The blue blood
In his veins
Is polluted by junk
After taking the step up
From smoking skunk
Just another junkie
Now
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2009
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