Bend over backwards to surmount the odds
and run yourself over to get back to Todd’s.
Do what you can to repair that burned bridge
and wake up frozen like vapor lock in the fridge,
Black fingernails and a sweaty brow,
with your discontent and boss with his sow.
Steal the hours you always lose
and figures, when you loose, you choose.
Think you're right, somehow...
but being backstabbed whenever you bow
The bittersweet taste of remorse
after you know you’ve set your course.
Show yourself to the door and say goodbye
and walk out slowly fade away and die…

10/13/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about a girl I knew who was addicted to H.. Todd was her dealer.. this was a short written about the cirle of friends and the drama that persisted in the circle till it's breakup over legal issues..

Posted on 10/14/2003
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