The Case, Moot

A moot point made here

Volume down, no sound,

too late, no debate,

then someone would scream and shout,

As the junkie was stretched out

on his stomach,

in a first floor hallway,

On a fading day,

a red puddle of wetness

where his right eye use to be,

as death and darkness agree to disagree,

the junkie ran out like a mouse,

as he tried to break into the stash house,

there was no dispute,

the drug dealer would shoot,

killing the junkie instantly,

the case, moot,

the dealer couldn’t even file, a civil suit.