This town I live in people are like a rash
They are all over you as the drugs are passed
My balls ache where they are relentlessly sucked
While on my supply they are getting fucked.
They will agree with every thing you say
All in the hope you will stay
Well as long as the white stuff flows free
You will have an ear for an hour or three
Down to the last crumb best friend ever
When it's gone-best friend never
When the well runs dry excuses are made
The buzz just a second ago starts to fade
Well as they stumble away
I whisper-see you next payday...
It's all fakeness and farces
When in this drug world of shitty arses.
This was just a quick one and unedited ...my first poem in a long time but I'll come back to it and work on it.
Davehayz
