Life of a Junkie

Wake up in the morning feeling like
shit,

until you get that one first hit.

Covered in sweat, you crawl to the
drawer,

Can barely stand up until you get your
score.

Finish off the tiny bit left just to
get well,

then look around for something else to
sell.

Work starts at noon, over at 8,

haven't even got dressed but know
you'll be late.

Worried because you know by six,

you will be ready for another fix.

The change jar empty, bank account in
the red,

“No more fronts”, my dealer said.

Running different scenario's over in my
head again,

can't borrow any money already owe
Lisa, Jim, and Ben.

I'm running out of options, I have to
act fast,

I finally make a decision at last.

Its not something I'm proud of, but I
have to,

I've thought it all through, what else
can I do?

I grab a pair of scissors and get on my
way,

convincing myself this is okay.

I arrive at my location, the grocery
store,

as I gain up the courage, I wait
outside the door.

I get a knot in my stomach when the
first old lady says hi,

and smiles at me as she walks by.

My conscious kicks in but shot down
quick,

because I'd rather be dead, than be
dope sick.

I prowl like a lion waiting for a prey,

until I see her the purse, it's Grey.

I finally found my victim at last,

as I sneak up, a shadow I cast.

She started to turn to look my way,

and adrenaline kicked in I'm glad to
say.

I cut the purse off her shoulder with
ease,

as I sprinted away she screamed “My
keys.”

purse wide open I glanced at them on
top

I threw them back and said “Sorry
cant stop.”

Fifty in cash, not a bad score,

I'll scatter the remains at the same
store.

Pick up my gear and head to work,

arrive late my boss is a jerk.

finish the day head back home,

keep in doors, not safe to roam.

I saw cops patrolling the block,

looking for the purse snatching cock.

As the night gets late I head to my
room,

briefly think of tomorrows doom.

Today was a good day in the life of a
junkie,

we are trained almost like a monkey.

A daily repeat of the day before,

not much we won't do for just a little
more.

As I close my eyes my mind runs fast,

planning tomorrow's fix and forgetting
the past.