My Room Mate And His Crack Problem Poem by James McLain

He has lived here not quite
three and one half months and
this is his lance chance
though he doesn't know it.
His rent for these six months
is paid by the church and he has
that false since of entitlement.
He has a full time job but spends
every pay check on crack not
only that he brings in street whores
and expects me to feed them.
Today he came home though it's
not and screamed and yelled at me.
You see the down side to spending
your hard earned money on crack is
that you feel guilty for your lack
of self control always chasing the next
twenty dollar piece of crack
until all the money is gone then
they yell and threaten you all because
you wouldn't like them chase crack.