Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,621 Points (Minneapolis, Minnesota)

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 nasty junkie's flu


Done me dirty in the hood like I knew she would
She got me all shooky shooky shook up
She's one fine looky looky look up.
She a real hot cookie cookie cook up
She my l'l crackhead hooker
hooky, shooky, cook up
She'll take you on her short ride
Burn up all your money
run off with your pride
Rip all reason from your mind
She's a wizard

at robbing bad boys blind.
The best in the business
tried turning her tide
Downtown Dope-Man
pulls her puppeteer
strings
He 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
crack head hooker







Buddy Bee Anthony

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


Poet's Notes about The Poem

How about another crack hit.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 26, 2017


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