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Coke Head You couldn't get laid without dusting the inside of your nose Leaving just enough snort to advertise Some young thing spider-webbed taken to bed swooning enthralled Years of being a snow host when good champagne was cheaper But no mystique there, from viewing crumpled forms like serial killers view a corpse |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2013-05-02 17:57:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
A most excellent poem James, and wow--so point on... Your words are the exact depiction of a coke head/coke whore...life and style--a sign of the a wanton society filled with self entitlement and all for the moment--the everlasting circle of distruction... while hard hitting with truth and honesty this portrait is all too accurate and most will not understand or even care...except those who have been too close to the flame personally or through someone they care about. I really liked this work, printing it out and keeping it on my desk so I can use it for reference in discussions. Kudos my friend--it is perfection. Lora