Man's Second Chance

Author's note:

     The following is a poem that I wrote for a very good friend of mine. Just prior to its composition he and I had a very long talk. I learned of some bad choices he made and, in all honesty, I truly don't know a single soul that could give you a better description of "bottom".

You should also know that while he can describe the lowest of the lows, I would bet everything I own and my life that, without a doubt, this friend of mine, is going to be GREAT. 

While the following is very graphic, it carries with it, the emotions of a shattered man. If you don't like profanity you may wanna leave now. Thank you for reading.    

How in the fuck did I get here,

Rock steady with pills, dope, and beer,

Lightning fast rocket bound for bottom and I can't steer,

Mother fuckers down there better stand clear,

Comin in hotter than fuck with no stops I fear,

Click, click snap yo pic of the fuck up of the year,

If I had it my fuckin way the squeeze of this trigger would systematically end my fuckin pain and draw your fuckin tear, 

At the end of my goddamn struggle I'm so fuckin near.

Son of a goddamn bitch,

Crooked cops digging for a fuckin snitch,

This matrix just got a new fuckin glitch,

Say nothing and rock my time like a goddamn oil rig hitch.

Go ahead bitch kick me while I'm down,

Gimme that fuckin pain as tears drip down my frown,

See round one rendered me a foolish clown,

Round two will find yo bitch ass face down,

See how you handle the other fuckin way around,

Cuz this lil white boy junkie is headed straight uptown, 

Find yourself flat on yo back lookin up at my goddamn crown.