Little Petey always dreamed of playin with the trumpet <br />But then he was enticed by a dirty little strumpet <br />As time went on he kept getting older by the second <br />Then she hurt him so now it was the pill he beckoned for <br />He had an infection so he traveled to the hospitals second floor <br />He called for a check up but they couldn’t tell what they were checkin for <br />Stayed over night and continued in playin Tekken four <br />The doctors didn’t know him so to him they reckoned poor <br />The next day he was sent away through the second door <br />The second his second breath would never be a second more <br />So was the infection that kept him in this infliction <br />At it in the attic like an addict in an addiction <br />He’s done <br />Now is a once innocent Susan known to her friends as Suse <br />Her life went to a fray when it was drugs she began to use <br />Her family tried to help but their facilitation she’d refuse <br />She thought it was only occasional but science called it abuse <br />She had no excuse but was excused hoping that she seek refuge <br />They didn’t realize it till the day she was connected to the tube <br />But not the boob I mean the cube where all insanity ensues <br />People it would amuse until her voice she started to lose <br />She broke out and then she started hangin with crews <br />Until the fatal night her lights went out from overridin her fuse <br />She’s done <br />We see the same cycle but no one bothers to care <br />We’re done yes my people we’re already there <br /> <br />Copyright 2/8/09 ©® Corey Threet <br /> PLEASE COMMENT!<br /><br />Corey Threet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/done-c-2-8-09/
