By Free Cee Santa and His Self
so there were these two junkies discussing their addiction
one's reason was totally accurate the other one's was fiction
one blamed his habit on everyone incuding Santa and every single elfin aid
condemning everyone for every mistake he ever made
his father beat him, his mother strapped him to his bed
and daily his sister would wish him dead
my aunt stole all of my money
and a lady lied by calling me honey
"so what was i to do" he queried his friend?
"there was no reason nor excuse any of them could defend
so naturally i turned to the needle and the peace it provided
and by their cruelty to the cooker was i guided"
i had no other viable choice
and no one would ever listen to my voice
my life has been wasted because no one ever shed a tear for me
and all of them opined that i'd never be free
the honest one said "shut up and listen to what you need to hear
you ran to the cooker because you wanted to get high and away from fear
as for me i ain't blaming Santa or any single little elf
because the only person i can blame my addiction on is myself
(c) 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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