my cocaine

I´m just sniffing that floor,
with a whore,
sorry I´m not perfect nor are…
I just realize I turned on YOU, just making friends….
thinking people read this,
on my behest you´re a mess.
Got half gram of cocaine
for those who didn´t read me,
I live in a shit town-be
I didn´t purchase actually,
the other guy when walking to the supermarket-
He yelled at me? aaayala aa yala!!!!, just marrocans here,
but I can hunt a dear…….XWZ
Hit it so let it be-
What the fuck do I do with this half of gram of cocaine?
Sniff it out? Sniffing in? Sell the thing?
Might as well throw it to the trash, and not get also hash.
The idiots still give me-thinking…who knows
Not for me selling, nor yelling, nor sniffing,but:
The idiot just threw half a gram to the trash,
I confess I did sniff that mess, just one
and that is done.
COCAINE!!!!! No good ending end.
What a diary this thing….got to make it more….tell me something I can
write to score!!!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

cocaine cowboy

I have half of that white powder
and no wonder suddenly I have friends,
pretense. But eventually you might regret,
not really since it would be silly.
What is done is done, come on!
You walk through the streets with your
friends and nobody can sleep, well…depends,
so you end up late in your room a little one,
your senses are hyped up, your mind swirls
with anything that are not cool curls,
thinking…. fuck! I heard something
so somebody is watching me, fuck! it might
be the police, and you think weird things,
but at the end…it’s all in the mind, mostly,
because I’m the cocaine cowboy.

I did write this thing some time ago, now I’m cool, just
drinking water and eating like a maniac. Just in case people
think I’m talking about me now,
remember, it is called creative writing, I might as well just made
this thing up……shit, I swear to God that people are after me…
ya know!!!! love ya

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.