Buddy Bee Anthony


Crackhead Hooker - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I don't know why you makes me feel so good
Hurt me real fine
with them sheep dipped cigarettes
Boone's Farm bottles of wine
Try to quit you yes I do,
but all I get's is a junkie's flu.
Done me dirty in the hood
like I knew you would.
I look up in the sky
wonder why why why
You're such a fine
looky looky hook up
Got me all shooky shooky shook up
You're one hot cookie cookie cook up
You're my li'l crackhead hooker
cookie, looky, hookup.
Take a full grown man for the short ride
Burn up all his money
run off with his pride
Rip all reason from his mind
a grand wizard
at robbin bad boys blind

The best in the business tried turning your tide
Downtown Dope-man pulls the strings
Holds the one skeleton key to pluck your wings
Base ain't free
but, it makes you sing.
ripe and tight
low ridin the pipe
Paradise lost
lust for sale
at half the cost
Crackhead hooker

Buddy Bee Anthony

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


Poet's Notes about The Poem

lighten up it's just a song.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, July 22, 2016


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