I love the junkies at ma bitA Poem by KT-Bsomething a said when I was a bit drunk.."I love the junkies at ma bit" "I love the junkies at ma bit", I said to Claire She laughed and laughed nearly fell on the flair "omg you say the maddest things, what drinks did u mix"? "I can't get through life without my Katie fix "No, it's true I say they are bloody great, though I don't know them enough to call them a mate" It's funny how you can tell a junkie they have a certain look you cannot tell how old they are not readable like a book The ones at my bit are always nice and smile but never stay around long enough to chat for a while They are always rushing around a sense of purpose in their stride Or maybe from the cops or dealers they are trying to hide As I sit in my house on an evening having a wee drink I'm no better than them junkies out there is what I think As I look at facebook folks say it's Monday time for a swallie let's all get pissed quick or we might go dolallie then again on Tuesday someones rushing home for wine I need a drink they say, the traffic was a swine So aye it gets into a bad habbit before you ken whats what you started of with having one but now have drunk the lot so don't go judging junkies if your just as bad and you know people when in a glasshouse, stones you shouldn't throw I love the junkies at ma bit they wouldn't harm a flea and they don't ever annoy or do anything to harm me ********** © 2016 KT-BAuthor's Note
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