Smack In the Face
I speak of cash crops, refined
apothecary powders (staples really) bought to
sate, to feed the scarred artery and the
diseased mind, the lover and the slave.
I speak of madness.
Copyright © Geoffery Mchugh | Year Posted 2009
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