Frisco Speedball Poem by Aram Stefanian

Jimmy tried a Frisco speedball
And was so smashed he couldn't talk
Felt as if he was a rag doll
With bales of cotton in his block

He hung onto the grey thunderclouds
Having made an effortless steep ascent
Tried to arrive at Elysian fields
But down in flames he instantly went

When each body cell acquired an eyesight
He saw various pictures of the days to come
And felt horror after seeing the light
He was on bended knees, under Old Nick's thumb