here you go.
Have a sedative.
No wait! That’s mine!
It was given to me by a doctor fine.
Here’s a lithium.
That might calm you down a bit.
No wait. It has to be given to Uncle Chit.
Here’s a cough drop.
But hurry and be quick.
My dog loves to devour these.
His name is Slick.
I am not a pill pusher.
I just like to share.
Getting you hooked too feels kind of fair.
When you have to have other drugs look me up.
I have greens, blues and reds, look there in the cup.
But bring your money cause although these were free
The next five or six transactions have to be lucrative for me.
Categories:
pusher, drug,
Form: Prose Poetry
Dream on, don't stop
for your reality is in shatters.
Your life has lost its essence,
There’s no logical fluidity in your actions,
so just dream on, don't stop,
your misery will soon end:
aren't your dreams so luminescence?
And just to help you on, my friend
I have just what you might need,
you only have to choose, my dear,
for now, it's only a free deed.
See your tears are drying up,
your body's tremors stop.
Would you like some strong valerian?
Sniff my white intoxicating powders,
sleep like a crafty grown-up,
and dream like an uncouth Iberian?
I have all your answers, pal.
Soon you'll depend on me.
(Oh how I hate your youth!)
I'll give you dreams galore, scum,
Provided on payment we agree.
Categories:
pusher, drug,
Form: Free verse
Pushing some narcotics,
of yellow, red and green.
A rainbow of biotic’s,
to match the color scheme.
I have an abundance of diuretics
all different shapes and sizes.
An organized aesthetic
for commercial enterprises.
Categories:
pusher, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Well it all started out as a real good time
Until we're all talking at the same time
Each acting out our own radical behavious
Chaos and confusion to meet us later
As sure as the clock's time on the wall
Progressive addictions will make us fall
Forever, the pot calls the kettle black
Integrity and respect, are qualities they lack
Family or not; it's the cons of the cons
Sure as the sun rises; a deal's going on
Each jewing the other down
They all look like circus clowns
We can't wait for the final show
Most likely to end up in some blow
What an easy way to make a living
First ones always for the giving
Just enough to reel us in
Do they care that it's a sin
They know no other way of life
Living off other's grief and strife
Why do we let them do this to us?
All of us, family caught in the fuss
Is that all they see is money?
Their greedy lives; it isn't funny
They may end up all alone
Finding conversation on the phone
To you, nobody will want to talk
They'll tell you; take a walk
Categories:
pusher, abuse, addiction, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
"What you doing at midnight the night?"
Cool down with a hot offer..
Bring one addict get one free!
( Ask the Junkie in front )
Terms and conditions apply.
Categories:
pusher, life
Form: Prose Poetry