Yes, they were junkies.
Needed it or else.
Need the brass bands and the
Whistles and bells.
Needed color.
Needed fashion.
Needed phase locking eyes
Needed love, needed passion.
Yearned for it. Squirmed for it.
Hollow point blank when
Sadly spurned for it.
But, throw it around
Throw it away.
Can’t save it up.
It won’t stay
In one place for long
You gotta be strong
Like a bull hold on
Ride it to the horn
See what is born
From attention.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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