Oh, Let Me Be, Your Teddy Bear! - Poem by Joe Rosochacki
Isn’t anything sacred anymore?
Teddy bears, once the of a snuggling kid’s dream.
Is now a bear filled with ‘junk’, ‘smack’, the ‘Big-H’?
Who’s dreamt up this scheme?
Someone in New York City, in the Bronx, and in an apartment.
Codenames of the heroin were Crime 360, Barack Obama, and Swine Flu.
‘Build a Bear’ is home occupation where a person could make extra money.
What these people did is was not very funny.
They discovered that the bears could be camouflage for distribution of heroin.
In fact $33,000,000 of it and that is not where it ends or begins.
So said the ‘Narcs’ in drug law enforcement department.
This bears were ‘stuffed’ with ‘dime bags’ that measured a square inch.
To the police, they didn’t even flinch.
Drug pushers do not view anything sacred and will do anything to forward their needs.
They are quintessentially the epitome of Machiavellian deeds.
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