Terrible Two's Days Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Waitin' on the day
when your ship comes in
Mr. Marky's gettin' snarky
as your patience wears thin
Cuttin' back on the junk you toke
to ease your pain.
Up 'n' atom with coke
fallin' out on Night Train.
Don't come 'round here
no more cryin' to me.
When the DEA
socks a lien on your SUV
I've heard you cry how rehab's
for sad sacks, suckers, and quitters.
But, now you've been hung out to dry
by some heavy hitters.
Stop ampin' up on rocket fuel
instead of regular gas.
I won't be jumpin' in no more
to save your sorry ass.
Ya best mix em up
shake em down
take em
or leave em.
If this sounds a little
like what you've been screamin'
Holy tao.
Piece of spit.
Mother flunked
Hot Jam
Wait, that's not it.
Holy Cow
Piece of Shit
Mother fucked
God damned.

Buddy Bee Anthony