#smack
Making my way up town,
chaves all-round.
And single mums with multiple
fathers wondering
with pushchairs around.
And the kids miss there dads,
one of there
multiple other half's..
but mummy doesn't let
them come around.
Staring blankly ahead the crack heads
head off to the job centre to
collect that Jiro that'll be...
Be in there arm, and they need it,
and they want it now.
But the dealer got busted
before there next round.....
And people stare and wander if they'll be
pretending to be homeless,
scrounging for those lose coins
to get there
next fix injected down.
Making my way up town,
people passing me by,
So many people walking around there
cant be this much dole dosers
walking around.
I sit on a seat and watch the world
pass me by.
And I, and I just wonder
how many kids are walking around the town
when schools open.
Yet I see them chaving around,
the country is doomed,
as I see them plodding aimlessly
around ..
This is me making my way up town,
and I wonder if I'll get mugged
by some ****** that can't get a
job cos there benefits pay more than my
full time job makes,
But I still need this watch,
but I wonder if I hadn't battered the
**** out of this **** would I have seen tonight.
Making my up town knuckles bruised with satisfaction.
That I made my way up town, and I know that
I'll smile in the crowd because ill
be proud after my shift
that I come home to you tonight.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
Simon was a straight A who made the grade,
But crippling news hit him like Brook's *****
He fell into to some beastly vices and adrift was his mind,
Stumbled back up the path less traveled and down the path of the blind.
You see Simon spent his caged days in **** houses,
He was the dirt on the walls as well as the blood on the floor.
I'm sure the filth was bursting with dreary happiness and memories of Farmhouses,
Splendid days were they; when Simon had control of the Devils door.
Simon's offering his all to get clean - but it's impossible when you gawk at the TV,
A Prince marrying to a straight A Yankee, he insinuated "A happiness that seems so far from me".
That's all I can seem to recollect from my parley with Simon,
I'm sure he sundered into a rabbit hole of despair because of the Nirvana he'll never live in.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
When they see their off spring being lifted out of their place
Hung by their tail, they squeal and cry for their parents recuse, their heart's race.
Devastation stings their round soft ears as they run for their baby's call
But as they see the hand raise their child over their height of limitation, their hopes and dreams fall...
It was too late... SMACK went the poor, frail body and skull of the little one...
The hand quickly slammed it against the table... Now knocked out...no way to escape or run
SNAP The two fingers forced its neck bone to submit to their strength
The parents time of grief and mourning had no length
Frozen shock is the only expression that defines their baby mouses face
In a Blank stare of horror as the blood dripped from their once beloved babies lips... leaving a ****** taste
They scurry away in disbelief to gather the rest of their kin
that still remain alive...
Because they'll never know who will be up next... to be forced to give up their life... and die
Because... Something always has to be sacrificed... in order to keep something else alive...
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
what scared me the most
is that those few moments before i could tell for sure
when i couldn't tell if the problem was inability to find
a pulse or a vein-
the weak, venomous veins-
were the only few moments that were still quiet
because nothing has seemed to stop since then
the screaming hasn't stopped since then
the screaming hasn't stopped since i started it
it could've been her
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
Sitting, smoking a sheet to a 90s playlist
Cooking a shot for the road
A fix for the fever I'll have 3 hours later
A thread to mend my torn soul.
And this hole's been ripped open
As a means to match the broken
But this beating, endless bleeding
Bruised the backbone of that notion
leaving only one thing left to test
The drop from out that ocean
Dripping quickly into glistening
Pretty glitter ****** of poison.
Corrosive rot and dull decay
Haunt the walls of every room
Prisoner to the ball and chain
That stains my veins dark blue.
Reminiscence is a ghost,
A life I never knew-
Sipping from a silver spoon,
That father's day in June.
My blood, my bones, my family
All just memories in the air
That kick up with the gusts of wind
And tickle through my hair.
A reminder that I still can't feel,
And they were never there-
My body left me long ago
And no one ever cared.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
I walk down a broken street in search of my Promised Land,
I'm on a mission from God and my God's name is ******
In the distance I can hear the gunfire,
I'm in a holy war, my sergeant’s named desire.
I walk past other junkies nodding out against a wall,
We're fighting the same cause, fighting against withdrawal.
I reach my destination, I talk with the man,
I hand him twenty dollars, he puts my God in my hand.
****** you must be God for everything I do is for you,
I'd crawl ten miles on broken glass for you.
I'd sell my soul, my family and friends for you,
If you asked me to sell myself, I'd do that too,
You can see I'm truly nothing, nothing without you.
But if you’re really God, you leave me confused,
At times I feel like I've really been used.
You leave me shivering when it's not really cold,
Unable to walk and I'm not even old.
You leave me penniless when I'm not even poor,
You leave me feeling beaten, aching and sore.
You take away my pride, my looks and my health,
Make me lie to my family, my friends and myself.
Although for you I have dedicated my life,
What have you done for me except stabbed me with a knife?
I look in the mirror at my own bloodshot eyes,
I stare at a man whose world is all lies.
I think about my past and start to realize,
You’re not a God at all, but the Devil in disguise.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
You're great
In
SOOO
many ways
But sometimes
I just wanna
Smack
The
****
Outta
You
But that's just love.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
SMACK now he's awake
Mother rests tight tonight
Father has made a wake
Marching in like a Lion
Filling this room with peace
Sister SISTER Sister
One sadly deceased
Two remembers her ninth
Three soon identifies
SMACK was spanked for good luck
He's celebrating birth
As he rips paper up
SMACK found DOPE in his vein
CHEAT. LIE. STEAL. PUMP. HANG. SLEEP.
Three identifies SMACK
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC