Bad Boy Poem by John Benover

You see I had a Problem. This drugs sorta, took over.
Taking them was an endeavor I hated and I loved.
I feared and loathed but devoured with tenacity.
You see getting ahold of the crystals, the meth, well
that one was no problem. But taking them. Well that
just made you feel all bright and shiny.
I was a bad boy ….
And the ladies kinda liked that to be honest.
But the ladies didn't like guys with baggage.
And my suitcase was packed.