CAVIAT EMPTY

AT LEAST SAID THE BEAST

Doesn’t death frighten you at all?
Well please allow me to enlighten you all
Death can be frightening to a lowly monkey
BUT one cannot fear death when one is a junkie

every time you score some dope from someone you don’t know
It could mean wonder or it could mean woe
A lot of people put shit in quality dope and don’t give a damn about you
So what, you were allergic to whatever he sold, that’s what people like him do

I mean if you’re going to score some dope and you don’t know the source
You can roll the dice or alter a well considered course
Because if his baby needs diapers and they all need food
Now see, that’s when life becomes lasciviously lewd

You can’t hit the street asking strangers for dope
One could be a pervert the other a sick-o who’ll hang you with a rope
So I’m telling you that it takes being illicitly brave to survive
And I don’t give a shit about the others, at least I’m still alive
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
SHOOTING DOPE WAS DYNAMITE....SCORING IT BACK IN '65 WAS THE PROBLEM FOR A YOUNG WHITE BOY

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Odette67
Doesn’t death frighten you at all?

You bet it does. Will I ba a angel or adevil
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