Shadowy figures
Enjoying loud thumps of Saturday night specials
The pain expressed
Through their devilish eyes
And hungry bellies
Stems from sex addiction
Burnt finger tips
And shiny rims
Nothing comes from this phantom of a man
No joy no progress
Nothing but shells and clips
Flaming hot potatoe chips
With cheese to fuel the rage
Chicken and hugs keep the barrel greased
But all one can do is fall to their knees
Plead for another sip
Of the 5th of life they never got the chance to live
But hopefully the kids left behind might get
A link to the resources of the top 2%
Where are our books and CPU’s
No more rides with CPD’s
My life is destined for rows of steel
And two meals
But maybe I can save a young soul from this destiny
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