Cocaine--A gritty little poem


Posted by Cybernarc to Sonya on February 17, 1999 at 00:39:03:

Although the following is intended to be erotic horror, I'm also trying to illustrate how nutty crack users can be when they're under the influence (which is most of the time). If this goes over well, I'll move on to heroin, crank and PCP. Hope Lisa doesn't mind the role here. Remember these are only characters in a poem, not real individuals. And for you technical types, I left out part of the process for rocking up coke. It's frigging dangerous and illegal in the US. And look what happened to Richard Prior! Well, enjoy the look at my world. It's a fun place to "PLAY", but I wouldn't want to live there.


Cocaine
By Cybernarc

They say that I'm insane
But I beg to disagree
Please listen to my story
And I'm sure you'll stand with me.

You see it's my profession
I buy and rock it up
I heat it in an iron pan
All mixed with Bubble-Up

An ounce will cost me 7 bills
And yield 100 rocks
So have your cash all counted out
Remember bullshit walks

And don't forget the rush I sell
Is valued more than gold
So don't you try to rip me off
Or I'll leave you wet and cold.

Lisa sits a bleeding now
I shot her belly bare
A bit above her pubic bone
And blood now stains her hair.

She took from me a single rock
A twenty dollar hit
But don't you see, she stole from me
Her life she'll give for it.

It matters not how big the theft
It's not too hard to see
I'd kill you for a quarter gram
As fast as half a key.

And so you see inside my "hood"
If you steal you must be quick
And be forwarned of the risk you take
If you suck a hot, glass dick

An now sweet Lis it's time to cum
I plugged you where you're hot
Now is this real insanity?
I'm sure you'll say it's not!

The rules out on the street are clear
This is how it has to be
And even those with two glass eyes
See the crazy one was she.