Drug Dealer Poem by Ferdinando Paparella

Drug Dealer

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Waiting
For the next
bag of lies.
He can't afford
to stop now.
Profit already spent:
Selvedge denim from Japan
Jordans from Flight Club
All to cover the
scars on his legs
from the dirty money
that makes him itch.

Saturday, January 31, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: money
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
~ Jon London ~ 03 February 2009

Ride the lightening, the journey of static magic..embrace your smile for tomorrow it will travel through the vein.......great piece Best of Health & Happiness

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