a mind bending cocktail of liquor and meth
you can smell the corrosion and death on her breath
if you ever lock eyes then you'll know what i'm saying
take a look at the girl, thank the lord and start praying

he needs money for another fix
the first was for his habit
now he needs one just for kicks
he's gonna have a blast when his wife's done turnin tricks

cheapskate skimpin' on the sack
he knows the boss will break his back
the customers are gettin' reckless and violent
a dead dealer in the alley will make the city's freaks go silent

another suit walks down the yellow brick freak city path
we're off to see the wizard junkie dealer psycopath
i could do so many things if i could only help my brain
forget my heart, i need some powdered courage for the pain

I can identify. I've watched myself be sucked into a whirl-wind. The so-called friends I had were the very bastards that wouldn't let me break out of the prison.

"It's not a party if it happens everynight."

Good work, reflective of the our time.
When you read it out loud, do you read like rap?

Yeeha!, it definately has a similar flow to a rap.

I keep reading this poem. I like it a bit more everytime. It shows a picture painted through the cracks of life.