Smoking Crack (..Mummys..) Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Hell in night descends upon
the crowd some mummies
feared.
Stealing golden teethe from
sleeping man no
novacaine.
Permeating sight unwieldy
pale white in the light a
sickly stench appears.
Sex for drugs mummy's sucking
devils long glass d... just for
the bit.
While sickly sounding slapping
of the dirty filthy thigh
you hear.
Homeless life is what I live you
never see the truth like this
at home on your..t.v.