Joey the Junky
he was a junky
fu cked up, done wrong
almost died again
he was the sad sad stoned son of no one
It was bad
He wore it all on his back
Until they took him of that
I seen him just the other night,
He held a cardboard sign
Trying to find
A hole so he could lay sick and die
He provoked the snake
and his fangs sank in
and so his suffering began
this was his last leap of faith
As a blood clot
Made it his last shot
Frozen till death
Found stark naked
It was sad
He was sick
So he died in it
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