Dealer

[drug_wench]

NB. I want everyone to know this poem is not factual or in any way about ME or things I have done!!!!!


I take my seeds
The seeds cops hate
I leave them soaked
They germinate
And then they grow
A stem with leaves
And buds I'd love
But cash I need

I stir in the sink
A mix, top secret
Forms into crystals
And man, people need it!
Even from inside
I see the growing line
Good God, make them leave
My lab's clandestine!

Now I'm in jail
I feel so mean
I spread filth through the land
I was part of that scene
I'm hear to say
I've been the Grim Reaper
Never again
Will I be a drug dealer