demons

Nickels and Dimes
Quarters and Halves
Eighths and pounds
Giggles and laughs
Tracers and trails
Eyeballs and scales
Primos and rails
Swishers gone stale
Boomers are great
With the tea from the shake
Chron from the City
Of Angels and quake
Crank and the meth
Spoons to inject
Crack in the veins
At best equals death
Things fall apart
Blackened the heart
Blurred becomes art
You knew from the start
Life it consumes
Snowball monsoon
Coffin cocoon
Dustpan and broom
Windows are barred
Loved ones are scarred
Pawnshop guitars…
Dreams fallen far
Laughter has strayed
Giggles gone grey
60 an eighth
Demons get paid

For my vegan/raw/barefoot friends

The chicken was hatched

with his friend the cat

the master was greasy

mean slobbish and fat



The cat was a vegan

no chicken or fish

the bird and the feline

lived together in bliss



then came the day

the fat man would say

time for my dinner

plucked the chicken away



the cat was so sad

mourned the deceased

but laughed at the fat man

death by food borne disease



:)