Lost not knowing his dispair /
blowing , blowing smoke in the air /
Siren's in the distance /
Louder and louder soon they would be there /
Laying on the floor unconcious /
The drugs delight /
Put him there /
Coming out of the drugs choke hold /
Not wanting their help /
begging them to leave /
Only wanting his stem /
Smoke , smoke in the air /
His only desire /
Only with the coroner /
He will retire /
jimmy j
Not a poem of fiction , i was there , mans name was Henry 2/28 /1998 time 6:30 am
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