I once wrote a poem
About my addiction to poetry
I kicked my addiction 
By freebasing life
Now I no longer crave poetry
But I do need a fix
Every now and then

Addicted to Life

The Girl on Highway 80
Wasting, erasing, freebasing
Stumbling around looking for ****
How did this life become such a trick?

Writhing, gagging, grimacing in pain
It’s not about *** it’s filling a hole.
Unfortunately death **** so slow.

A hole in the heart
A hole in the mind
Fill it with whatever she finds.

“You have a dollar
I need to score”
Said the girl on 80
They call her a *****