Games

Michelle refuses to tell; How many pennies she’s thrown; Into that old wishing well. Michelle hasn’t been told: Destiny wasn’t written in stone. These days, I really don’t care: How many deals you make; To dealers over a free hit; You only live for your next fix. You’ve already put out the fire; With the abandonment of desire; At house parties with hustlers; While searching out cheap suppliers. She chose not to play the usual card, Still she put her hands on the table, She sought out the winners amongst the sinners;. A way into that addictive game She made a deal with a blackmailer . Now she wants to lay the blame; I don’t think I came for a sad story. About smack and snow, in all their wasted glory. I know of her history. How long she lasts, only time will tell; Her ride to heaven looks like hell.