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PoeticGymArt by Jim Nasium

My Doom

I would sit in that basement room
slowly smokin' chunks of my doom
with each blast i got a little closer to where i wanted to be
just this side of eternity
sittin' in that windowless place
the way i acted was a disgrace
burnt matches and empty plastic vials on the floor
and all i wanted to do was just one more
big old blast from that hot crack pipe
yep, i was ready... i was ripe
ripe for the pickin'
and that's just what them dealers would do
they were my friend till my money was through
and when i would try to get more on the eye
they didn't care if i live or if die
now i stay away from that darkened place
you can see the sobriety on my face
i live my life at a slower pace
no longer caught up in that rat race
I would sit in that basement room
smoking chunks of my certain doom

1995 Jim Nasium

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