Moonlight Pipe

Spoon washed half cut white baked moonlight,

I'm sadly back on the pipe but still smiling.

Though hungry, broke and cold the next day,

N it’s frowns n the bank that’s dialling.

It's early doors n a room full of smoke n joke,

I’ve sadly succumbed 2 my old ways.

Burning spontex n cleaning glass pipes,

I don’t want 2 slip down to them danger days.

We got a gun dealer in here just for fun,

Blagging hot n cold his jib I’m not sure.

Got one hand on my shank in my coat,

As I try to sit calm n quiet by the door.

He’s got a little 20 year old young ting,

Hanging on his jacket he’s just showing her 4 play.

She’s only taking blowbacks right now,

But within a week she’ll be selling herself 4 pay.

He’s blowing out smoke through a shooter,

N he’s trying to act all fit n cool.

I’ve already marked out spots on his bod,

That’ll I’ll be digging in hard with my tool.

Every bodies eyeing up every other body,

It’s schiz 2 the bliz and paranoia central.

Peeps eying peeps white on black kept tight,

I can’t handle this n my minds already half mental.

A harsh old haunt n drawn droop eye lids,

It’s a game for others n I don’t wanna play.

Carpet picking curtain twitching wired old men,

But least my blank bank account will hav the final say.

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Joker Toker

He was just a young, 14 year old Joker Toker,

A one skin roller, full baccy heavy smoker.

Never see a man whitey, quicker than a roller-coaster,

Always coughing up, he's a real phlegm croaker.

Then tells me he's got a heavy rabbit, just on the green, 

I tell him, mate, u don't what a real habit means.

And it's cruel, but he's only on his first pair of jeans.

Wait 20 years, then feel what a real rabbit means.

Trainspotting style, robbing quality tops,

Never been in a town, that your not on shop-watch.

Running from your demons, as fast as those cops,

N u aint got any means, to make it all stop.

Help don't come easy, the Tories were wet,

A Psych team, getting paid for every patient they get.

Can u hop to that green cross when ur covered in sweat?

N take a tipple u don't want, just to show ur a good bet.

Nowhere to go, coz the 3 NHS hotels, all got shut down,

Look everywhere, it's been a country wide crack down.

You'll have to pay 12 K private, come out still in meltdown,

And the only rooms are money money, n all uptown.

But don't worry son, there's always a quick way out,

Just lie in that bath, take loads of sweets n don't shout.

Make sure your so your drunk so you won't get out,

And wave goodbye to the pain, as ur brain shuts out.

It's a shame, coz u could have been in a real dream team,

Making more notes than the BOE can print, full steam.

Driving company cars, private health care, being top cream,

But your ur still using coz that life's just a pipe dream.

Wet white crumbs on a pipe made of coke cans,

And holes from the pull, covered in ash from the back of ur hand.

Standing in alleys smoking Crack as fast as u can,

Robbing n going to jail, it;s a never ending non plan.

So just stop when u take, that first ever full pull,

Your probably on ur lunch break, toking at school.

Come back laughing N giggling, coz ur just a silly fool.

But if u just said no, u cud have skipped life's cesspool.

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