(994) Crack

Crack, a new drug hit the streets. To some, it is an awesome treat. The fee is not very high to pay. Unfortunately, your life, crack will claim one day. One hoot may be an experiment, and leave you still secure. Two hoots, you’ll start skitching and asking for much more. Prejudices, crack has none, taking one and all, to that spinning downward fall. Man or woman, boy or girl, it takes you all for a whirl. Your love for family and friends, no longer take priority. For you have found a substance that has absolute seniority. Down upon your knees you’ll fall for the drug-lord and his friends, and beg to smoke the big one, through morning to nights end. What you want is very clear, a hit or two to see you through. Then walk the streets both day and night, no where to go, no where in sight. A whore, you have become, a liar and a cheat. Paranoid, fearful, while living in the street. You left your family without a trace, they know not of your whereabouts. You have no one to call your friend, the bottom you have hit. What will become of you now, that crack has lured you to, its bottomless, pit. Written: August 12/2006