Junkie Poem by Alvin Willis
Junkie
Here he comes walking down the street
No one is aware he's a junkie
Like a hideous jackal
He steals with heart
The 'high' he loves mostly
Is what keeps him sane
Like a stalking lion
He shows no mercy
His days are searching
For that ultimate feel
Like an isolated statue
He's all alone
His regrets are low
For he has no care
Like a car without brakes
He's out of control
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