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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required REFINING AND MAINLINING HYPERBOLE Something reliable, desirable, easily obtainable and consistently good So a junkie best know the right neighborhood The right junkie to see who won’t stab you in the back And who doesn’t have a deck of five aces to stack Some junkies have held eights and aces and lived to tell the tale When the “dead man hand’s” reputation came to fail But tragically the guy with five aces came to die It seems the number five was one digit too high And that’s simply what happens when a junkie plays poker and bets too steep to boot This, of course, is all hypothetical hyperbole for a hypodermic and the dope that some junkie wants to shoot And a junkie who won’t shoot him in his attempt to shoot his way out of a showdown with death While a junkie named, appropriately enough, “Junkie” on Eighty-Ninth Street and Lex takes his final breath Because his old lady named, appropriately enough, Lady As I always suspected, turned out to be Lady, a lady who was shady And I find it unspeakable that a junkie wouldn’t warn another about a hot shot Which, in junkie parlance, means the shot is hot but his body will soon be not Because one grows room temperature rapidly after a hot shot amidst the stench of rotting flesh and muscle melting into a putrid mess But don’t expect Lady, the shady lady, to ever confess Shit….that junkie named Junkie owed Lady’s ex-old man too much money for a junkie named Junkie to owe And Lady knew where Junkie hid a kilo of blow………. To this day Lady the shady lady will tell you that she had no choice And of course blames it on a chick no one but Lady seems to have known named Joyce Whose dad owned a Rolls Royce And whose half-Asian half American Indian step brother had a beautiful soprano singing voice But that’s neither here nor there However, I will tell you what is obstinately and obviously clear A junkie better know the right neighborhood Because the acrid aroma and stagnating stench of rotting flesh don’t smell very good © 2012……free cee!
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