Money for addiction

[Dragondream]

I gave a dollar to a begger,
To help him feed his addiction,
His addiction to his hunger,
For his dinner in his vein.

He gave me a wink and a smile,
Then he patted my ass and walked off.

I followed him conciously for 3 blocks,
Then unconciously for another 3.
Staring at his ass in those pants,
The way they seemed to show it's shape.

He laid down the money I had given him,
To another bum for a used syringe,
And began another odd, zig zag, walk,
All the while trying to find his vein.

Eventually he stopped walking,
After not being able to find his vein.
And he took his shoe off and bent over,
So he could shoot up between his toes.

How many blocks now?
10? 13? I can remember not.

When he bent over,
I came up from behind and pulled down his pants,
I think he liked the anal sex,
He received in that dark alley,

I dont think he liked,
The syringe I stole off his dead body.
After all,
I need to make some money off my investment.

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We can't decide how or when we'll die, but we can decide how we live.

[~EITheR~]

good god, man!

you need a nice cold coca-cola to take the edge off.

here...have one on me.


~~~stisssssssshhhh~~~


ahhhh...

now don't that feel riiiiiight.....

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i used to think that the day would never come,
that my life would depend on the morning sun

[Dragondream]

~Pleasee reply to me~

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We can't decide how or when we'll die, but we can decide how we live.

[~EITheR~]

*gasp*

dragondream?!?!?!?!
was it not a reply that i posted?
would you like a more thorough reply?

i understand the desire to share your postings to those who may offer you more in the way of critical review...

but i am the undeniable public, those that may one day find your writings and evaluate them within.

do you post your 'writings' for the other posters--in the essence that you write for other writers?

surely this is not what writing is about.

you cannot deny the 'other'...
the...

...me.

sincerely,
the conscious overlooked

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i used to think that the day would never come,
that my life would depend on the morning sun

[Dragondream]

Your reply gave no response to my poetry on a critical level, as I was hoping to receive from some on this board, as I've seen from past responses. However, it looks as if the boards empty and void for all except you, so, you I must concede to.

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We can't decide how or when we'll die, but we can decide how we live.