Creature Of Habit
By Malcholm Dark
D.R.U.G.S.
Dying Regularly Using Gruesome
Substances
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I live only to get money,
sometimes that's not enough
It is hard to get by because the times
are so tough.
I sleep where I can within the confines of the city
Surrounded by the other derelicts of pain and pity.
To beg and steal
as my soul drowns in strife
I'm the scourge of the streets, a real
low-life.
--I inhale the mist of the serpent's hot breath
a tiny rock has brought me to the brink of death.
--I live day to
day with a monkey on my back
I am a creature of habit...
hooked on crack.
I worship a glass god which is kept
close at hand
It talks to me always, its' ways I understand.
I know that someday they will zip me up in a sack
Because I am
a creature of habit...
hooked on crack!
Comments on "Creature Of Habit"
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On Tuesday, March 9, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
That last stanza really tells you straight up, if you smoke crack you will die. Very good write, another win.
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On Tuesday, March 9, 2010, Distorted_Reality
(101) wrote:
I liked this. smooth flow.