Buddy Bee Anthony


Crackhead Hooker - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I don't know why she make me feel so good
Hurt me real fine
with them sheep dipped cigarettes
Boone's Farm bottles of wine
Try to quit her
yes I do
but all I get is a junkie's flu
Done me dirty in the hood
like I knew she would
I look up in the sky
wonder why why why
She's one fine
looky looky look up
Got me all shooky shooky shook up
She's one hot cookie cookie cook up
She's my li'l crackhead hooker
cookie, looky, hookup.
She'll take you for the short ride
Burn up all your money
run off with your pride
Rip all reason from your mind

a grand wizard
at robbin bad boys blind

The best in the business tried turning her tide
Downtown Dope-man pulls her strings
Holding the skeleton keys to pluck her wings
Base ain't free
but, it makes her 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: Tuesday, August 23, 2016


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