In Truth,

"Kevin" Drug buy, for one it went good. Drug buy, for one it went bad. You see Kevin, wore high heeled sneakers. You see Kevin, was his junkies' keeper. But one day; the junkie didn't have it, so Kevin didn't give it, but the junkie had to have it, but Kevin didn't get it. So when his beeper beeped beeped, the Junkie popped popped. And when his beeper beeped beeped. his heart beat beat, "Stopped." NoelsArt Comments: Above is a poem about Kevin, a drug dealer. It’s from a series of Kevin poems. I like to perform this poem. FEEDBACK WELCOME