Jesus Was Adopted

Buddy loved meth.

All he could get.

Get it in ‘im.

Get him in it.

S’all the same

In this minute.

Round and round on the inside.

Lookit him spin on the out.

It really don’t matter.

Stare right at ‘er.

Eyes burning into the sun.

Recognize the glue she’s undone.

Now you know why there’s no fun.

And possibly the reason you run.

Right into danger.

Left you’re no stranger.

Sir, you’re all smoke and no traction.

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