MO JACK BOO, Some dude with no clue, ate breakfast for dinner, loved sniffing glue,
Wise on the street knew all he could be, was just no more the a local junky, from a bottle of beer, to some blow and some speed, he grew to his ways, his need it was greed,
A fix for his shaking body, a call to his failing life, he sat there and wondered about his once forgotten wife, she had a name at one time, his mind now has grown bare, no space left inside to remember, with a heart left empty of care,
He tried to recall as hard as he could, the name of his long lost love, but he stared at the wood, held in hand a carved pipe and his score for his fix, with the bag in his lap, his bag filled with tricks,
In this bag was a magical brew, all the shit that makes him forget all the wonderful things he once knew.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-05-06 01:00:00
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