The Pusher Poem by Raymond Farrell
The Pusher
One strand in a tangled web of addiction
Maybe he's clean, and strictly greedy
Likely he's driven by his own addiction
Always in need of a fix, and the money to buy it
Acting as middle man for those who'll supply it.
His days are numbered and full of sorrow
Look long and hard at this wretched man
For chances are he'll be dead tomorrow
There's no glamour in the gutter of life
Just pain and waste and endless strife.
Very well done, Ray...Your 2nd stanzas structural movement is virtually flawless as your syllabic measure ranges tightly between 8-10 per line, no more, no less. Solid crafting ~FjR-'16~
Thanks for taking to read the poem Frank. I hope you are doing well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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P.S....Your title took me back some 45+ years to a song by the mid 60's to mid 70's hard Rock band, Steppenwolf who had a 19 min. LP track by the same name....I believe it took up the entire Side 2 of the LP Vinyl...Can't think of the dang flippin' name of the LP.... fjr