Submissions by Hidden_poetry
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Crushing addiction and crumbling homes.
A town built off crack rocks,
Left in shambles like all the shake after a pound is pushed.
Like the residue on a bong the problem just keeps building.
There was only one type of tree I knew,
Their slinging maryjane on the corner just to get by .
They say its an epidemic..
Epidemic but they don't see it everyday like I do.
Everyone I love poppin pills,
Strong island drowning in heroine.
500 600 1000 dollars down.
Crumbling like the very aluminium foil that's destroying it.
Never seen the front man but the grunts are everywhere. ...
Left in shambles like all the shake after a pound is pushed.
Like the residue on a bong the problem just keeps building.
There was only one type of tree I knew,
Their slinging maryjane on the corner just to get by .
They say its an epidemic..
Epidemic but they don't see it everyday like I do.
Everyone I love poppin pills,
Strong island drowning in heroine.
500 600 1000 dollars down.
Crumbling like the very aluminium foil that's destroying it.
Never seen the front man but the grunts are everywhere. ...
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How to drown without water.
There's a statistic that says alcohol is the number one rape drug.
It goes on to say 90% of acquaintance rapes involve alcohol.
The most accepted toxin in society.
The article says it with such ease.
Trying to prevent rape by teaching the statistics in schools.
Stats roll off tongues of teachers as kids let it whistle right through their ears.
I wish i didn't let it slip.
Bottle after bottle waterfalls of slurred words.
Falling into darkness and falling off the curb.
But not everyone who picks you off the cement, has the intention of...
It goes on to say 90% of acquaintance rapes involve alcohol.
The most accepted toxin in society.
The article says it with such ease.
Trying to prevent rape by teaching the statistics in schools.
Stats roll off tongues of teachers as kids let it whistle right through their ears.
I wish i didn't let it slip.
Bottle after bottle waterfalls of slurred words.
Falling into darkness and falling off the curb.
But not everyone who picks you off the cement, has the intention of...
542 reads
2 Comments
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