Dope <br />by Ted L Glines <br /> <br />Can I hope <br />to be above dope <br />when I always slope <br />to the dream of dope <br />and if the dope fail <br />and I land in jail <br />and I scream and wail <br />will that avail <br />when my mother beds <br />all the local heads <br />gangland feds <br />and local dead-heads <br />Jesus don't see <br />little folk like me <br />who are sending a plea <br />to eternity <br />do I run or stay <br />does it matter today <br />can I get away <br />or must I stay <br />and my baby cries <br />she cries and cries <br />and I tell her lies <br />as she cries and cries <br />but I dream of dope <br />and I always hope <br />to be above dope <br />I hope I hope<br /><br />Ted L Glines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dope-4/
