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I am a Drug Dealer
Blessed they say I am with lucratively running through my hands
I am too busy keeping up with supply of demands
Nectar comes pouring in, sweets shoveled of the selves
Eager little children can only think of themselves
He comes in sweating for can
The smell permeates under the heat and fan
Diary Milk by the cream dreamy dozens
Chocolates with toys they bring in their cousins
Milkshakes and cans of cola and sparkling lemonades
After work and school they come in and parade
Then he comes staggering in sweating again for another can
The smell permeates under the heat and fan
Papers fly like planes day after day
Reading to hear what others gave to say
Then he comes staggering in sweating again for another can
The smell permeates under the heat and fan
Rows of tins cover a whole wall
365 days you won’t go hungry at all
And then he comes staggering in sweating again for another can
The smell permeates under the heat and fan
Ring ring ring goes the till
I am waiting for him to come in, that man, the man I make ill.
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