Snow Crust
simply started with a little smoke
then it grew into the daily toke
now every weekend lines of coke
you’re addicted and it aint no joke
so do your dust if you must
just because of empty lust
around your nose it is a bust
two rings of white snow crust
make a change put a plan in place
if you don’t you’ll fall from grace
on the floor flat on your face
what a waste such a disgrace
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015
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