Crack dealing. So what? I sell narcotics (drugs)to people. People? Yes, you could call them that. Kids, too young to realize (know) What they're doing. It's my job. Crack-fried mothers, fiend babies Nestled in the womb. I make my money. Why should I care? Of course, I sample my wares. Who doesn't like to trip? I do. So do you (if you're honest.) Needle tracks march Up my inner arm, Nazi soldiers relentless. Cops? Pigs. No, I don't like them. Busted Four or five times. Released With a slap on the wrist. The legal system of America in action. Perhaps. Maybe. Someday. I'll stop being a dealer. Clean up and move out of This life. But for now, assisting (helping) Others in a slow spiral descent, A suicide on hold, Is what I do without getting Caught. "And I'm proud to be an American."Birth sign: Virgo
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