Wake up still high from the day before
break down the swisher and fill it with dro
it goes straight to the brain and i'm ready to go
it calms my nerves before a hard days work
otherwise I might go berserk
get on the bus
pocket full of pills
and rocks in my sock
going to make some bills
I be hustlin hard, every day on the grind
just tryin to get mine
so I post up in the bathroom
and peddle product to my classmates
don't feel guilty cus they ask me for better rates
Half way through the day and im all sold out
time to go home and chill
pop a pill
re-up
because, well, shit
tomorrows a whole new day
more money to be made
Author notes
Just really had fun with this one trying my best to rhyme based on my experiences. hope you enjoy
A contest entry
- Drug Dealer by Jfd.
800 points, ended April 24, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is fucking awesome dude! good write!
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Just a day's work
no one appreciates the dealer
and what they go through
for their clientele
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Good contemporary spin on it...
since most folks believe the drug man is some figure
we see on tv, instead of the reality it's the girl or
boy next door. Good job on this, you wrote as a speak
poem.
ears/Seattle good job! good job!
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The title did a good job of setting up the overall "feel" of the poem...It definitely had a flow and that "old school" flavor to it...however it's a bit sloppy, missing some apostrophes and proper capitalizations, I'm not going to go into spelling because I understand why you used slang in this....overall, it was a nice little poem....thank you for taking the time to enter!
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