I wrote when it was opaque...

Poem about addiction.

Poet got that headache,

Goin' headstrong,

Ya know I be profin,

Somebody gon' get sticked.

Nah I ain't sick,

But physically unable,

To untangle intangible cables.

That aches got a hemi,

It sputters and clutters,

Caffeine portrays it's inner workings,

And makes that s**t work.

Or see it as a subway train,

Riding on high fructose tracks,

God damn it I would help if I just knew the facts!!

Then just stand by the wall,

And feed a maniac addiction,

Inhale good company's liquid oxygen,

They give a detailed description.

You are a habit,

The next round is on me,

Don't mind the nervous tick,

I be scratchin' at this itch,

I would like to buy a vowel cause this answer is a b***h!

Rippin' my hair out,

If ya want we could snap it,

And hear that sacred sound,

Some may question why it pleases.

Now Mister Poet,

Know you could never get away with murder,

For each and every kill,

You leave 10 cents behind.

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is a very awesome piece. The sentiment is very well expressed. Well done!

[!Scream_Kyle_Scream!]

ethan its awesome i really liked it this is one of my favs man!

[MadasonBlue]

It's interesting. It has a certain rhythm that kind of suggests it rhymes but then you go back and realize it doesn't.
Cool.