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STUCK
STUCK
A poem for crackheads
DAY BREAKS
SUNBEAMS SLITHER
THROUGH THE DRAPES.
FIVE DAYS NOW
I’VE BEEN AWAKE.
SOMETHING TELLS ME
IT’S TIME
TO MAKE MY ESCAPE.
BUT I’M STUCK
STUCK IN THE MUCK .
I CAME TO THE GHETTO
JUST FOR A BUCK,
BUT THEN,
THE LIGHTNING
SWIFT LIKE,
IT STRUCK.
AND I’M HIGH AS
I USED TO DREAM
OF MY NAME
UP ON A MARQUIS
HIGH ABOVE THE ELECTRIC CITY.
BUT NOW LOOK AT ME
I JUST SPENT THE RENT
ON A COCAINE SPREE
IN THE APARTMENT
BUILDING THREE
TOO SCARED
TO FIND THE STAIRS
I THINK FIVE-0
IS AT THE DOOR
EVERYBODY
HIT THE FLOOR
HOLY
THERE’S MY CHORE
WHO’S READY TO GET
SOME MORE?
\ I’M STUCK
UP TO MY EARS
IN THIS GHETTO MUCK
I JUST CAME FOR A BUCK,
NOW I CAN’T MOVE
BECAUSE I’M HIGH
HIGH AS .
Copyright ©
Lora Como
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