None too bright Phil took
a big mysterious pill
and now he is dead!
Categories:
fentanyl, drug, evil, truth,
Form: Senryu
I like Continetal tours, and continental breakfast.
All I wanted was some more head room
Like Max max max max heathens Though
Brutally released ina brutal crisis
Who The Told You About this
Was It Era Game, Era game. Era Game?
Who the sold you down this?
Who the told you to sell drugs
Told You not to give a
So you can come up out it.
Barkin at me, barking at man doubt it
Give it to the thugs give it to the es
Give up to the hoes
Its Rap up Hoes Down
Its rap up Hoes down
Its a ing clown a ing liar
and a ing obsessed person
Trapped up in it
Trapped up in the infinite version,
Its infinite Its like Fright Night
Its like fight night
Its in Fentanyl
Categories:
fentanyl, addiction, analogy, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah
Yeah, here we go
Uh huh, mmm
'Bout to lay down another track, y'all
Mmhmm, yeah for you
Mmhmm, yeah
Mmhmm, oh, yeah
Uh huh, here we go
Uh huh
Alright, I'm about to
About to, I'm about to start it for real, uh huh
Here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
AHH, *ahem*
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, here we go
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Jeyeah
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Here we go, here we go
Umm...
I came into the place
With a smile on my face
Uh huh, yeah
Ha ha, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Mmhmm, yeah
Alright, here we go for real, here we go for real
Yeah, here we go for real
Yeah, Um, uh...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go for real
Ah ha ha
Yeah, here we go, here we go
Here we go, yeah
Umm...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go
No, no, here we go
Yeah, uh huh, mmm
Mmm, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Here we go
Here we go, here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Um, sometimes I like to eat a lot of potato chips
Categories:
fentanyl, abuse, addiction, allah, black
Form: Free verse
There was a dead little cat
Splayed in the middle lane of Washington Street
While I passed
And there was a man clumped to the curb
Pinching his chubby chin
Between his thumb and index finger
Like a final played poker chip
His eyes as flattened as aces on cards
In a corner bar across the street
While the police rubbed his shoulders and pencil notes
From the rotten sounds ground between his teeth.
Another man a driveway down
Has a nose displaced a million miles from his face
Smeared into his hanky.
Hoping no one notices
A woman wiggles in the wind out back
Like a Fentanyl clothesline clipped with a menu
Her age is a choice.
A third man on his back naps
In that front yard
Clutching his hands
To a samurai sword’s shiny blade
Slippery and stood straight up
From under and through him
Bubbling
Like a park fountain of roses.
Did it all start this morning
In their tiny crooked house?
Their cat scooting from underneath
A missed kick and through a crick
Of an unhinged front door
Out to the busy road?
If that for them
Was quite simply the last straw?
Categories:
fentanyl, addiction, betrayal, cat, city,
Form: Free verse
Fentanyl, and All
Grim Reapers, on call !!!
Dark days in the clutches of fentanyl,
have been your journey, your down fall !
Are you realizing the essence of its call ?
NOTHING will be left, NOTHING at all !
Many of your years, have been such a waste !,
as you reach out, towards an end, in such haste.
What is it, that we can do ?, for you,
to help you get past, to start anew.
It seems that there is but a sad view,
for us, who want to help you through.
That Beautiful little Girl !, who knew ?,
- what seeds ?, deep within, that grew
into this debilitating, destructive drug addiction -,
what it’d do to all who care, want your resurrection !
All we desire !, is for you to see the light !,
step out of the darkness, stand up and fight !
From drug addiction and death, take flight !
Look into a mirror, see, do what is right !
Help us all alleviate what is our fear !!!
Help us Daughter, help us my Dear !!!
B. J. “A ” 2
December 2nd 2015
Categories:
fentanyl, daughter, drug,
Form: Rhyme