Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Intervention poem


It only seems like she been doin one thing her whole life.

My mother's a crackhead.

When I smoke crack, it's something really satisfying my flesh.

My mother definitely has delusions of grandeur.

You can never be too thin or too rich.

I am really a Cabernet Sauvignon smoker, too.

We don't know who she owe money to.

That's my secret.

I was a very happy kid.

I just loved to dance.

The monster was too big for me to stop.

1 comment:

AID TO ED said...

Keep on writing.Good people are poets.