Jack And Jill

A Poem by Kingsley Kong

True story of two people who were connected for years, but had never met or knew the other existed. Until one day fate brought them together.

Here's the story of Jack and Jill. From tears to glory, this one is real. Due to years of worry, Jack drank Jack to relax, and Jill took pills to chill. So just sit back and hear the facts, as some may seem unreal. Both were born in 87, October 6th to be exact. Two lost souls sent down from heaven, only to grow cold by age 11. Attacked perpetually, they begin to question their perception of reality. Ever since conception, both were left stressing, trying to cope with life's brutality and lessons. Although rather parculiar, neither was familiar with the concept of acceptance, and developed a complex from the years of being neglected. In actuality, they needed blessings. So casually at night, after undressing, they'd drop to their knees and pray to Christ, begging him to please make things right. Then recite sections from both old and new testaments, specially selected selections. With hopes a new sentiment with excellent fundamental relentlessness, consequently falls over them causing them to win against these feelings of distraught and tenderness. But Jack and Jill took different paths. Jack was a thug and loved his cash. Slanging drugs in clubs and hustling straps out back. Muscling his way away from attacks, never afraid of busting slugs right back at rats, when gats are pulled and he's shot at. Unimaginably fast to react. He'd actually laugh at the fact these whack f**s had enough balls to actually blast. A lost cause because they all were flawed, riddled with emotions. Belittled after boasting. Crippled from commotion, after Jack tripled the doses then used the bodies to litter the oceans. Oddly, his bread and butter came another way. Bottled in lotion like oilofalay. Strategically placed in a space that's safe, and then immediately driven to different states. Leaving people unbelievably dazed, completely amazed by the rate of trips he makes that's flawless with no mistakes. Living lawless, he creates his own fate. With his car as his office, and all at stake, nothing could penetrate or break his faith. Not even the law that patiently awaits for the day that Jack falls their way and they solve the case. An awful date, which would cause withdraws in all the states from Florida to VA. A case in which Jill could sorta relate, with the orders delayed she would start to shake. You'd be amazed and couldn't believe the amounts of dope these folks receive as a daily routine to cope with defeat. Imposed on them each day of the week. Feeling hopeless and weak, as they're exposed to grief, dazed with disbelief, but expect to get sick. Completely unphased on the way to seek their next fix. Only to be savagely unraveled. Sadly, this is the path that Jill actually travelled. The lifestyle of am addict she gradually mastered. 20 hours a day, she stayed plastered on average. From Tek to box, meth to rocks, Roxy to Oxy, she never stopped. And if she did, she was deathly sick. Because of this, Jack got rich. It's really a sickness. Supply the demand. It's survival of the fittest. Get it however you can. But the guy who is quickest and surprisingly viscous, who takes no s**t from anybody as God is my witness, earns the title "The Richest" and can buy whatever he wishes cuz his pockets are endless. For many years, they lived like that. Steering clear of the disasters that veered in their path. Their only reactions was haunting laughs at the fat a*s cops that taunt and harass, but lack the facts to make the charges last. Then one day, Jack was robbed. He knew who they were but acted shocked. Despite only one cure to do it right, as he was warned, he pretended to sob. Knowing deep down that this was war, and later that night, he formed a mob. They'd attack at dawn, he made the call. They all strapped up, to serve some karma, ski mask and gloves, as well as armor. At 6:04 they kicked in the door, the first two went thru but were instantly floored. Being ambushed with nowhere to go, Jack turned back and ran towards the road. But the grass was wet and rather slippery. The first one hit him in the kidney, he was spun around and shot twice in the stomach. Luckily for him, the vest protected his torso, however his leg took the worse blow. Strait thru the muscle and into the bone. All alone and on the block, behind a car he pulled his Glock. His body in shock, thinking this was the end. From under the car, he popped a shot into the shooters shin. He immediately dropped, his body stopped, as Jack cocked the Glock and repeatedly shot again. Three to the chest and one in the head, on that very spot he took his last breath, laid to rest by the very best. But to this day, Jack still regrets what went down with no success. Although never caught, he never thought he could ever make it right. He lost two friends that tragic night, killed a man, what a graphic sight, then barely escaped with his own life. No longer living the life of a shotta, he put down his guns and picked up the bottle. He thought he was strong, but obviously not, It wasn't long before he was a full blown Sot. He still made runs every now and then continuing to grind, trying to win. Until he was caught and did some time, then finally resigned and left behind a life of crime. All the lives that he abolished, haunted his mind, so he stayed demolished. Always reminded as if time was rewound, behind enemy lines, down on the ground surrounded by sounds of gun shots. Trying to block all these thoughts, he'd drown them out with the bottles he polished off. Blacking out, Without a doubt, Jack had become an alcoholic. Back to Jill, s**t got real, she was almost killed from an overdose. It was so close, she finally chose to give up dope and finally quit. She had to live for her kids, the things she did just weren't worth the risk. Both Jack and Jill had had enough, of all the stuff that made life rough. Despite the fact that it sucked, they toughened up and packed a bag. Sucked it up and entered rehab. The first time in life, their paths finally crossed. After hearing Jill's story, Jack was distraught. He knew it was partially his fault. He never personally made her take part in doing the drugs that stripped her apart. But just the thought of where she was from, ripped at his heart. He had flooded that area for many years. And there was a hundred percent chance from the way it looked, that it was his drugs in which she was devastatingly hooked. Amazingly from that day on, his time was fully booked. Jill's personality was great, as well as her looks. It was as if fate had placed them face to face, born the same day, in the same state knowing one day, it'd be each other they saved. And finally they graduated with laughter, together they stayed gradually thereafter, until one day Jack had a question to ask her, the answer was yes and they lived happily ever after.