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The Late Constance 2

Constance out to score some meth
Packing her glass pipe
Told her "That shit's certain death!"
But won't listen to that tripe

Constance loves her crystal smoke
Sucks it up inside
Breathing out that "Life's a joke
And I got taken for a ride!"

She squeals off at rapid speed
Her sweet foot on the gas
Constance finally learns to bleed
When she sails off the overpass.

Written by crowfly

Published 27th Mar 2015

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Re: The Late Constance 2

looloolookie

27th Mar 2015 3:29pm

Short, but packing a wallop! I've seen what Meth did to my best friend, it's a demon.
Great write.

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crowfly

27th Mar 2015 3:44pm

Thanks Lookie. Too much damage done.

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- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am

27th Mar 2015 3:48pm

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crowfly

27th Mar 2015 3:59pm

Addictions do come in multiple forms. The feeling of "I can't live without it!" is crippling, whether the "it" is drugs, sex, religion or any other obsession. Moderation in all things. If that isn't possible then abstention in at least a few might be the way to go. Thanks Schiitaryn.

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Re: The Late Constance 2

Virginiapetal

27th Mar 2015 5:08pm

Yikes...poor Constance. Sounds like she should have taken that advice. Is it just me? Because this poem, although grim, seems to be a little lighthearted. I may be reading it wrong? What's the verdict, Crow?