Dignity for Drugs
You, whose bodies are vessels for junk;
My chemical whores; My spread-eagle fiends;
My heroins/heroes; Methamphetamine punks:
I’ve done all that you’ve done,
And seen all that you’ve seen.
You versatile users; My pluggers; My chasers;
My bong-smokers; Beer-drinkers; Pill-popping freaks:
Selling harvested organs; turning profits to vapour.
An ounce for a kidney;
One 8-ball, one spleen.
You, whose habits are financed by sin;
My human-inhumans; my degenerate thugs:
My buskers/beggers: eating food scraps from bins.
Welcome to the bottom;
Trade dignity for drugs.
You, whose bodies are vessels for junk;
My hollow assistants, prostituting your souls;
My electrified tweakers; My invertebrate drunks:
Get naked, bend over,
And show me your hole.
Soon, you’ll be swollen and covered with cum;
My shameless; My dirty meat-puppet surprise:
To flag down a client, just stick out your thumb.
You’ll get used to it here,
It’s a good place to die.
Your dreams deceased, long before you were born;
My aimless wanderers, you belong to this scene:
I began as a rose and made my way up to thorn.
You’ll do all that I’ve done,
And see all that I’ve seen.
good read. a focused wordsmith....respect.