CRACK'S CODE BLUE

Crack kills and that’s no joke! It once killed my pocket broke As my luggage wheel struck the sidewalk crack And my worn-out heel cracked outback! I wibbled-wobbled on a cracked low-pump heel As a zoo waddling seal! I took a tumble to the ground Onto the soiled and grassy ground And, as I fell, I cracked my nail The pain flushed me pail! Cracks – cracks – all these cracks On roadsides, sidewalks, and bicycle tracks And, 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 Once late evening before it went dark? Glass…Glass…Glass…. are all prone to crack! When shattered debris have been sacked They can cut through a janitor’s sack Even through fingers when passing one’s hand And through one’s bare-foot in the sand! Whether you pass your skin-covered fingers on the crack Or lift uncarefully tid-bit pieces of glass that has cracked Whether you stumble on an uneven roadside crack Chip a nail creating a single-fingered nail-crack Or should come across a hoarse lame duck’s “Quack! Quack! Quack!” Or should laugh SO HARD you “crack” yourself up As you sip your hot chocolatey marshmallowy cup And hold your stomach until it hurts and feels it’s about to burst Should one even DARE TO smoke the actual “crack” The truth remains and never fails to “CRACK” itself through: Crack kills and its ONLY call is very old and never new: What we will have is nothing short of a” crack-ed” on-case Of a Crack's "Code Blue."