Crap

Dealer selling drugs
To lost souls

Shoot up, get high
Crash and burn

Round and round
It goes, no one wins

Except the dealer
Who sells the crap

And the money keeps
Rolling in

©  Ceol

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One Response to “Crap”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    November 10th, 2009 at 2:21 pm

    Your poem ‘Crap’ sets a very real scene of what the world of the drug dealers and their victims who are indeed “lost souls” is all about.

    Coastpoet

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