Fear The American Made.. Crack Addict Poem by James McLain

Incoherent, wreaking of evil..
The stench of death..sour sweat.
The authorities know..
The child has seen this evil..
Threaten.. the brother..the mother..
Pawning another day..off..
Keeping score..on each other..
The childs mother..is not..she..
Must go to the meat market..
To find another side of beef...
She claims to be..American..
Tired and weary, of watching..
Those that are considered normal..
When I am not..I do not..
Want to be normal..any more..