Nightmarish existence, living
Psychotic subsistence – cloaked in
Surreptitious surrounds, hell’s drug-abused
Clowns and sucking every penny
Out of food for children’s bellies
Sickness un-minded: lost, undecided
Anything for a stone, and those
Dirty dogs cajole – control: fillies
Suck bone – on a roll, as their dwindling
Bag is sold, to Daddies of the
Arena – who only smoke grade
Sensimillia; money thrives
Satyrs wilfully waste sad lives
See addicts trapped in traumatic
Cul-de-sacs , without ways or means
How, to secure adequate escape
Huddled under dark, covered night
As artificial, as curtains tight
Locked in perpetual, miasmic
Crack-lairs – sweaty, freebase trap-house dens
Demons at home – in place – their cocooned
Space, betrothed to a breed of fiends
Single-mindedly intentioned
Attuned to pipe, and survival
Sardines with crackers, late midnight
Hours – hunger’s bitches cling on
Syringed wrists sport scabby pus-holes
Tightly twist – eyes blurred, run water
Clouded acetylene mist; wet
Sodden, rouge cheeks glint reflected
Beams – surreal streaks redeem – jetting
Milky streams and absolutely
Devastated, burdened self-neglect
Wasted lives under psychotic drives
Intestinal twitches grip rolling
Bilious bellies, convulsing
Rapidly retching spasms, spurting
Slimy, sluiced, dribbling saliva
Mouth-corners unconsciously leak spit
Battered lips betray filthy habits
Aligned cash vessels – ruled by devils
Under Crack-cocaine spell, living hell
Minions of far distant drug cartels …