Drug Dealer

With an all-black hoodie and all-black Timbs,
he leans to one side… Hoodie consumes his face.
The stuttering pace is off, as he stays on the corner with a tilted grin.

A grim reaper of the night… The keeper of uppers and downers.
Under the rain, he stands engulfed in the gloominess of this hopeless night…
The rain is as much part of his eerie life, like ecstasy and water.

Walking with a bounce on his right… Because in a foot race
with the law, that is the side is where his piece stays!
Paying the toll for many nights in this criminal level is minimal to him.

Staying battling long hours… Dealing handshakes with a quickness,
time looms over him, no time for frantic girls and their sickness.
Plastic baggies, and white powder he devours! In this drug dealer’s hustle…