I Wrote A Poem

A friend of mine made some bad decisions. It cost him dearly.

I've been helping him. And I'm proud of him. He's doing very well.

So I wrote a poem for him. He likes it.
I don't know if it's good, but I'll put it here, as he asked me to.

This is for Tim. Geno titled it. It's called

The Dragon

I started with a great big smile,
All set to take a stand.
I knew that I could go the mile,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

“It’s wrong, it’s bad”, I heard them say,
You just don’t understand.
It’s no big deal, I only play,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

I say it’s good and they say nay,
They say it should be banned.
It’s how I choose to spend my day,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

“You’ll lose control, you wait and see,
It’s not in your command.”
You don’t know what it’s like for me,
When a crack pipe’s in my hand.

I can’t remember what I did,
Did I just blow a grand?
I must be sure to keep a lid,
On the crack pipe in my hand.

They said that it would lead to trouble,
Your life hangs by a strand.
You give me crap, I’ll give you double,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

They locked me up inside a cell,
Their brain a tiny gland.
I told them they could go to hell,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

I went and got my latest fix,
My cash wrapped with a band.
There’s something wrong, it’s not like this,
When a crack pipe’s in my hand.

It’s different now, not like the last,
It can’t be, I demand.
I cannot breathe, I cough and gasp,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

Oh Lord, my God, what have I done?
Myself I cannot stand.
I do not like what I’ve become,
Through the crack pipe in my hand.

I start to worry and I fret,
I’m wrong, I understand.
My friend has turned into a threat,
That crack pipe in my hand.

I’m seeing colors, blue and red,
I don’t think I can stand.
I should have known I’d wind up dead,
With a crack pipe in my hand.

It’s over now, all done for me,
My life’s like grains of sand.
I hope the others never see,
A crack pipe in their hand.

If others learn from my mistake,
I’ll be a happy man.
I now know you should never take,
A crack pipe in your hand.

-An original poem by Tramp