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She is at a party, innocent youd think,
but after you hear what happened that thought in your mind will sink.
Another girl slips something inside her soda can
The girl sipps the soda and shes so dizzy and confused she can barely see her own hand
Her vision is spinning round and round it goes
Where her sickness will stop nobody knows.
She learns what particles had poisoned her coke
LSD, cocaine, yes drugs folks.
She knows its bad but the craving wont go away
And from then on out she had a daily drug dosage every single day.
She decides this isnt good and then it tries to quit,
But after a while her body somehow decided for her that she needed all the shit.
So she took it again and four weeks later
Her body was on the ground about to be buried in saiter.
ok an to make everything better another depressing poem and btw for those of you who dont have a wide vocabulary saiter is like dirt and stuff ok.
For some background on this poem it takes place in the 60's and when it says today it means like in the 80's so enjoy.
His whole life he has been poor and hardly gotten by
And many unfortunate consiqunences happen as the time flies.
His father left when he was two and his mother died shortly after that,
His brother died in a fire and when there was no more family support he and his sister lived off of scat.
Hes a very smart man, and got more sense than many
his patience is long but soon he wont have any
For when he comes of age he cannot find a job
Because where he lives everyone thinks black people are slobs.
He finally scraps enough money and moves to the city,
hoping life there will not be as shitty.
But when he gets there he is accused of pushing drugs,
He's thrown in a cell next to many criminals and thugs.
It is ten years later and he stepps outside,
With no more dignaty and shattered pride.
Today he roams the streets of the city,
Hair is long and feet are gritty.
He lives on the innersection of Skyview and Madison Drive,
But not in a home, in a cardboard box, and hes barely alive.
He thinks everyday he should get back up and stop being a loaver
But then he cradels back down in his box and realizes what the hell his life will soon be over.
And yes that poem was dedicated to Stevie Wonders Song Livin For The City
More l8r because I gotsta tell u all about my day but I gotta hit the showa 1st.
Quot of The Day: Your not Charlie, your Marcellus!-Ms. Lappin
(Youll find out why in my entry later)
but after you hear what happened that thought in your mind will sink.
Another girl slips something inside her soda can
The girl sipps the soda and shes so dizzy and confused she can barely see her own hand
Her vision is spinning round and round it goes
Where her sickness will stop nobody knows.
She learns what particles had poisoned her coke
LSD, cocaine, yes drugs folks.
She knows its bad but the craving wont go away
And from then on out she had a daily drug dosage every single day.
She decides this isnt good and then it tries to quit,
But after a while her body somehow decided for her that she needed all the shit.
So she took it again and four weeks later
Her body was on the ground about to be buried in saiter.
ok an to make everything better another depressing poem and btw for those of you who dont have a wide vocabulary saiter is like dirt and stuff ok.
For some background on this poem it takes place in the 60's and when it says today it means like in the 80's so enjoy.
His whole life he has been poor and hardly gotten by
And many unfortunate consiqunences happen as the time flies.
His father left when he was two and his mother died shortly after that,
His brother died in a fire and when there was no more family support he and his sister lived off of scat.
Hes a very smart man, and got more sense than many
his patience is long but soon he wont have any
For when he comes of age he cannot find a job
Because where he lives everyone thinks black people are slobs.
He finally scraps enough money and moves to the city,
hoping life there will not be as shitty.
But when he gets there he is accused of pushing drugs,
He's thrown in a cell next to many criminals and thugs.
It is ten years later and he stepps outside,
With no more dignaty and shattered pride.
Today he roams the streets of the city,
Hair is long and feet are gritty.
He lives on the innersection of Skyview and Madison Drive,
But not in a home, in a cardboard box, and hes barely alive.
He thinks everyday he should get back up and stop being a loaver
But then he cradels back down in his box and realizes what the hell his life will soon be over.
And yes that poem was dedicated to Stevie Wonders Song Livin For The City
More l8r because I gotsta tell u all about my day but I gotta hit the showa 1st.
Quot of The Day: Your not Charlie, your Marcellus!-Ms. Lappin
(Youll find out why in my entry later)