Time To Concede
The bottle, empty lays dying in her hand
Half empty, half full who cares its in demand
On the face of it her friends seem to care
But turn her back and she better beware
Cider, spirits being exchanged as if gold
Rollies, cigarettes ready to be sold
The next fix is sat on the corner down the way
But with no money, it will be hard to pay
Services exchanged with rates of pay agreed
The drugs will always win, time to concede
C.Hawkins 21/5/20
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