The dealers rap

Fishnet tights, holes of your complex
Times crosswords on the commuter train  
the points that rattle through your brain  
that mother fucker  
that cock sucker  
the healing weed you grow  
with each unwrap and feel the glow  
 
Each incest , temptations scribe  
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes  
the cocaine up the tube it goes  
the hook and line of witty pros  
and smack your soul, smack your muse  
 
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit  
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit  
pure Columbian 100 %  
the fairy dust of poets read  
 magic mushrooms be that line interpreted  
 
A tourniquet of rhymes  
systolic pressure begs the phrases to beguile  
come the puncture and the rush  
staunch the needs  
the inky incandescence  
 
Verses drafted, needs golden sonnet  
hermit in the creche of each new sentence  
dependency; You want It  
a silver spoon with pain and tonic  
addiction that is not plutonic.

Try to stop, it reeks just vengeance