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Crackhead Junkie

by

Cherokee

So you want to be a crack head junkie
Living on the edge
Begging for money
Stealing for a hit
Killing yourself for the moment

So you want to be the perfect mother
Monitoring every move I make
Pretending life was peachy
Keeping pain away
ĎLivingí your perfection fantasy

So you want to be a politician
Telling long circular speeches
Smiling at the crowd
Scowling at me
Drowning in the duality

What did you think would happen to me?
Did you even care?
What did you think would be become of me
If you became a crack head junkie?

So you want to be the next best thing
Always in the public eye
Selling it with fries
Manufacturing otherís dreams
Forgetting all about me

So you want to be a preacher man
Saving souls by the dozen
Blessing babies with your sinnerís hand
Spouting hypocriteís platitudes
Never doing what you say.

What did you think would happen to me?
Did you even care?
What did you think would be become of me
If you became a crack head junkie?

So you want to be a crack head junkie
Well I say smack it up
Might as well die high
As to be what some choose to be.

But I am in charge of what happens to me
And Iím not going down that way
Iíll be damned if my kids say
She died just like a crack head junkie.


Walleye

by

Cherokee

Choking, sadness
In wolfpants
The scattering of the nubs
The hinges of my memory

Once a struggle
Now a burden
A cross etched
A landscape of flat grey boxes

A semblance, I thought
Dissemble, I meant
Lord how quickly it went
Evaporated like a midsummer Texas tear

Shed falling gone
Before it even hit the sidewalk

I never even held you