She puts Her lips (so soft and wet) upon the pipe of glass;
with a lighter comes a flame;
She takes a massive blast.
The smoke does billow through the pipe;
As She sucks it to Her lungs;
It is then that all does change before the hit is done.
Now a creature of the night, she has but one desire;
Like a vampire seeking blood;
She craves the smoke of fire.
Husband gone children lost, parents turned away;
Daily wondering place to place;
She has no where to stay.
Rushing to a hopeless end, she treats Her life as trash;
Giving pieces of herself;
To get a little stash.
Dirty rooms and old hotels, She searches every day;
Living life to hit the pipe;
For her the only way.
For those of you who look and see;
And offer other plays;
take one look;
Then turn around;
Will never stay.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina