Short Drug Dealer Poems

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Drugs

Poetry is my drug
I go there like a devoted ****
I take a line
And oh I fly
But recently I am sober
I can not find my drug dealer
I search and I search
Will you be one?


Harsh Poison 2k13

A drug dealer, some wasted cash, a plastic bag,
a lighter, a glass tube, some foil, a syringe,
a glass pipe, toxic crystals, dilated eyes,
endorphins, paranoia, addiction,
a pandemic, Crystal Death; harsh poison!

The Bronx Pt.1

Trash strewn all over the street
Graffiti every where
A cop walks the beat
Drug dealer ducks back down the alley
He feels the heat
Congested traffic
Honking horns
Homeless lady looking in the trash for food to eat
No shoes
News paper taped to her feet
Shots pierce the night
Sirens wail
Some bodies loved one lies dead in the street
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Premium Member My Mom, the Racist

I once brought home a friend, 
of the African American persuasion.
My Mom approached me and then,
asked me the following questions.
"Who is he?"
she asked me,
"Is he your drug dealer friend?"
"That's racist Mom," 
I went on,
"and a horrible thing to say.
He's a very close friend of mine,
whom I've known for a long time,
so put your money away."
Form: Rhyme

Either Or

In the cracks of the ghetto walls
the eyes of the addict bleed for more
the smoke billows through the lungs of the panhandler
thirsty for more the alcoholic quenches his thirst
and the smoker doesnt realise he is getting high
the drug dealer the underground secret service
among kings of the poor leading the rich to success
society society is this what is before our eyes
fallen and spoken for?


Premium Member Snowman

He was a mechanic who sold illegal drugs. His nickname was Snowman. There was warmth in his eyes despite his moniker. There wasn’t a high he couldn’t supply or a ride he couldn’t repair. Despite his humble beginnings, time in the penitentiary, Snowman was a genius with machines. A doctorate’s degree in life and machines, only certified by the streets of north Davidson. 

snowman eyes of coal
winter life froze carrot nose
gentrified bulldozed
Form: Haibun

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