just got back from
Ecuador
the people there
are really poor
Columbian coke is
just next door
customs officials
took my last score
I'm so pissed, that
shit was pure
should've bribed
them like before
on my way to
Medellin to get more
pray I don't knock
on the wrong door
last time I did it
was straight up horror
walked in and saw a
midget whore
freaky shit like
that should be on tour
went for a kilo,
came back with four
a quick stop in
Mexico to do a chore
put the junk and
blow in a false drawer
jackin' all night's
made my arms sore
died so many times
I quit taking score
I invented this
game, I know what's in store
a red-eye flight
straight to the morgue
all my old friends
aren't here anymore
every single one of
them left with a roar
one in particular
was rotten to the core
gave me a hot-shot
so she could do more
the joke was on
her, I never hit the floor
walking the tight
rope's what I adore
okay, I'm done now,
can't take anymore
began with fiction
but truth starts to pour
onto the page every
time I write more
only God knows what
I'm here for
The End (I could've
gone on forever but no one wants to relive my past. Especially me...)
©2014 –
Tamara Imes-Nicholas (unfortunately)
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