waiting for another fix
another way to get his kicks
reaching for his bag of tricks
an excuse to escape the dopeman's abuse

selling his car stereo
who listens to the radio?
not him at least, he lets it go
i guess we should be cool tonight

early morning, here's the sun
mom's awake, so stop the fun
ask her if she got her check
awkward, pacing, nervous wreck

hanging out with younger cats
in alleyways amongst the rats
and gangsters with their baseball bats
another tuesday down the drain

ready for a change, so far away
one day he's gonna start, just not today
living off his parents love and unemployment checks
another tweaker, here he comes, an awkward, pacing, nervous wreck

wow dude, that's really good. i'm not really big on rhyming poetry. i think it takes away from what the poem can really do. but... you really did well.

i've been there. i felt the true meaning of your words.

any better and i might have cried.


my favorite lines:

selling his car stereo
who listens to the radio?

early morning, here's the sun
mom's awake, so stops the fun

ready for a change, so far away
one day he's gonna start, just not today


you can only say it so many times before you give up completely. complasency is dangerous, especially in what you have described. it's not an easy hole to drag yourself out of.

on a more personal level, is this concerning yourself? it's easy to write about yourself on some things.

all in all, this is a great poem. i definately dig it.

i'm glad you dig it. love love love. burn