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Poetry By: Shane P

Tags: Drugs, Life

A poem about a vile drug dealer

Submitted:Feb 13, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

He's lurking close to schools,

Scouting future victims,

Equipped with useful tools,

For the dirty habits he's inflicting,


He supplies young kids with drugs,

He caters to their needs,

They develop into thugs,

Who then steal to buy his weed,


What sort of scummy man,

Would exploit these naive minds?

They fall into his plans,

He'd corrupt anyone he finds,


He's a parasite to society,

He's a thorn in peoples side,

His drugs induce anxiety,

They'll leave you dead inside.


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