The Addict

... The guy on the corner. In his usual place. 5$ to satisfy this craze. Dinner money, Go to hell. A smoke, I want to smell. To have a high. Fills the gaps. In the sky. My spirit soars. For a little while. I puff and smile. Forget to sigh. More I must have. Every day. Take my troubles away. Money, I took. From mothers nook. My body, shakes. I gnash my teeth. The longing is very deep. Wanting so, makes me weep. Like a trap. In the paths of the young. It's there, ready and sprung. It grips you, by the neck. Chokes you to death. Why did you not warn me. To save me from this? Ugly, frightful, terrible, dish. Must I to hell go. The end of Joe. ........................................