Short Druggies Poems

This Site Is Looked At By the Cops

This site is looked after by the cops 
poets are drunk dopers
losers and boozers that never win
the cops are coming after the poets 
they are checking names and records 
and entering accusing words 
while sitting and eating doughnuts
the cops are locking up the poets 
drunkards druggies get rid of the dirt
cops are reading your poetry 
taking aim at you 
and child support 
run run run hahaha

Enough

Fire breathing,
clenched teeth
tongue tied
I have had enough of his drug induced indifference.
Can't speak.......off with the ringer.
He says he isn't like the other druggies...
he must be special
how 'bout the one who died today 
but was resucitated twice? 
He wasn't like the others either...
Clearly he was special.
Enough of the pity party 
There are more than just you hurting on this big lonely rock.
Get over yourself man!

A Summertime Stroll

Alaska St

Alaska St.

Watching druggies strung out on dope, 
wondering, how do they cope, 
with all the pain they inflict and endure, 
hoping and praying for a cure, 
knowing life will never be more, 
then bringing metal to the scrap store, 
getting money to appease the jones
that has crept up inside from their bones, 
injecting poison into themselves, 
live on Earth is like living in Hell.
When will it end? When will it stop?
Will they be sent to the morgue? Or locked up by cop?

Broken Down

A lifeless body laid face down
on the back alley wet sidewalk.
This time of night no ones around
especially now at three o’clock.
I’m here because my carbroke down
Otherwise I wouldn’t be found dead
in this place. I hail from uptown.
Here, downtown, murder is widespread
Someone is always getting killed:
Prostitutes, druggies and the like
Thinking about it gives me chills.
Man! I wish I had my road bike
I’d flee this jungle battlefield.
For now, better keep my eyes peeled.

Broke Down Downtown

A lifeless body laid face down
on the back alley wet sidewalk.
This time of night no ones around
especially now at three o’clock.
I’m here because my car broke down
Otherwise I wouldn’t be found dead
in this place. I hail from uptown.
Here, downtown, murder is widespread
Someone is always getting killed:
Prostitutes, druggies and the like
Thinking about it gives me chills.
Man! I wish I had my road bike
I’d flee this jungle battlefield.
For now, better keep my eyes peeled.