Buddy Bee Anthony


Crackhead Hooker - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I don't know why she makes 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 such a fine
looky looky hook up
Got me all shooky shooky shook up
She's one hot cookie cookie cook up
li'l crackhead hooker
cookie, shooky, 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
She's a wizard
at robbin bad boys blind



The best in the business tried turning her tide
Downtown Dope-man pulls her strings

Holds the skeleton key 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, January 19, 2016


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