OLD CURLEY IS BURLEY by Poefree

Written by: jeffry cohan

            OLD CURLY IS BURLEY 

I’m telling you dude, the man is as wily as they come
He’ll leave you wishing you were dead or numb
His name is Curley and I don’t know why
I just know he’ll sell you dope and watch you die

I learned years ago about Curley’s way
As my pace slows down and my hair grows gray
Whom so ever raised old Curley should be in jail
And this ain’t no made up fairy tale

He’s a living and breathing son of a b***h
And his momma must have been a witch
Because old Curley casts specious spells
And he does so with each dime bag he sells

Okay, I dare you dude, turn your back on the mother
And you’ll swear to Christ he’s Satan’s brother
When you cop from him there’s always a doubt
And for sure one of his hot shots will take you out

So go ahead and deal with that which the devil designs
But when he boasts about his dope you’d better read between the lines
Selling dope is okay but killing junkies is no way to behave
And if you don’t heed my words I vow to visit you at your grave
       © 2011.….Poefree