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May 2020
By: Cedric McClester

It was the ****
And then the dust
Then crack *******
Became a must
Then ******
Betrayed my trust
Now it’s Oxycodone
For which I lust

Ever since
I was addicted
You could say
I’ve been conflicted
After all
It was who picked it
A time or two
I even kicked it

Over time
I lost my place
They took me to
Another space
Thought i was high
In any case
But I was low
A **** disgrace

That’s my history
As it were,
Don’t ask me which
I most prefer
To tell the truth
It’s been a blur
Whichever or
Doesn't occur










Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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