Danny Death and Dope

SOMETIMES THERE AIN’T NO FUN IN BEING DONE Danny said “hey brother, let’s take us a ride” The rest would be for fate to decide At first I thought I espied innocence in his eyes But the soul of Satan showed me otherwise We headed downtown where the dope dealers dwell And then in Danny’s eyes I saw a league of heathens in hell It wouldn’t have mattered but Danny had to involve me For it was then when Danny decided to go on a killing spree He yearned to kill anyone who ever stole money from us two “Listen Danny,” I said, “I’m getting out since this is all about you” I’d known killers like Danny but on the list his came first And swear do I by a demon Danny had been caustically cursed We were headed for a place only a desperate junkie ever goes And inside I felt as if I were the last summer’s rose He was about to create the death of thirteen and one more As we sped from the city to the New England shore Danny was about to do what he wanted no matter what I had to say I opted to run but Danny had a hankering to stay There were thirteen funerals that week, thirteen plus one Because Danny aimed the gun at his head and 14 lives were then done © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~