Jimmy's pad
was a rockin' place.
Like small mountain ranges,
mounds of pinkish-flake
covered the mirror.
His triple beam
balanced baggies
twenty-four seven,
while his harem of ******
went from door to door,
snorting huge lines &
******* massive *****
of the wide-eyed,
strung-out paranoids.
These vampires
always seemed
on the run,
jonesing, looking
out of the windows
'till four am,
sick for more
of the blow.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Jimmy's pad
was a rockin' place.
Like small mountain ranges,
mounds of pinkish-flake
covered the mirror.
His triple beam
balanced baggies
twenty-four seven,
while his harem of ******
went from door to door,
snorting huge lines &
******* massive *****
of the wide-eyed,
strung-out paranoids.
These vampires
always seemed
on the run,
jonesing, looking
out of the windows
'till four am,
sick for more
of the blow.
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