Joey The Junky Poem by Frank Sobolewski
Joey The Junky
He was a junky
f*ck*d up done wrong
Sad sad stoned son of no one
it was bad
He wore it all on his back
Until they took him of that
I seen him just the other night
He held a cardboard sign
Trying to find
A hole so he could lay sick and die
This was his last leap of faith
As a blood clot
Made it his last shot
Frozen till death
Found stark naked
It was sad
He was sick
so he died in it
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