CRACK'S CODE BLUE
Crack kills and that’s no joke!
It once “killed” my pocket broke
As my luggage wheels struck the sidewalk crack
And my worn-out heels cracked outback!
I wibbled-wobbled on a cracked low-pump heel
Tumbling over, placing my hands upfront, as shields!
When I took a tumble to the ground
Too quick to even let out a shriek or sound
I fell and suffered the pain of one cracked nail
As my face flushed red before turning pale!
Cracks…Cracks….all these cracks!
On roadsides…sidewalks….and bicycle tracks!
Can I have YOU believe I heard a crack
ON a duck’s resounding, “Quack! Quack! Quack”
When I sat by a pond in the park
One late evening before it went dark?
Glass…Glass…Glass are all prone to crack!
When shattered debris have been sacked,
They, too, can cut through a janitor’s sack,
Pricking fingers with one stroke to the side of the hand
And through one’s bare foot trudging through sand!
Whether you pass your hand on shattered-glass cracks
Or stumble on an uneven roadside crack
Chip a nail which makes it crack
Cracks bare NO GOOD NEWS
Often times attracting ONLY “The BLUES…”
Should one catch a resonate sound of a hoarse duck’s “Quack! Quack! Quack”
Or should one even laugh SO HARD and “CRACK” oneself up
While sipping on a hot chocolate marshmallow cup
And hold one’s stomach until it hurts
And feel it’s about to burst,
Should one even ATTEMPT to smoke actual “CRACK”
That may create more brain CRATORS and CRACKS
Warn your family, neighbors, and friends: CRACK KILLS – nothing’s new -
Other than a “CRACKED CASE,” any other “CRACK” WILL BE subjected to a “CRACK CODE-BLUE.”
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