Little girl, come out and play.
Take your fill and waste away.
Pretty girls like you aren't smart -
you'll try me once, but what a start!
Just a little, then some more,
daddy's girl to cocaine whore.
You won't remember your own name,
flirting with my dying game.
Erratic now, and wearing thin,
better prep your next of kin.
Cross your T's and dot your I's,
tell your family your goodbyes.
Looking down, I see you twitch -
watch you writhe and watch you bitch.
Send a note before you die,
tell them that they all are mine.
I'll find your daughters, find your sons -
stalk and hunt, if just for fun.
The daughter bouncing on your knee
won't pray to God, she'll pray to me.
So tell them all you know is true,
and speak the damage I can do.
Author notes
Contest entryyy =)
Smidge
A contest entry
- Write As Your Drug Of Choice Speaking To You--now open for prewrites by Viyanna Rosemarie.
1000 points, ended March 27, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thank you for this entry. i do disagree though, there are some powerful business executives who are very smart who have become addicted to cocaine. smart, not wise and one with a disease. i wish you well in this contest. viyanna rosemarie
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Scary
Hey Girl!!
Wow...great write and good to see you hear again although I'm not on much myself. I hope all is okay with you. I pray this wasn't written from experience but based on the Smidge that I knew...I think the odds of that happening are pretty small. 
Miss you!! Ciao
Shotize
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wow, this was amazing! You did a wonderful job on this, and I am sure you'll do well in the contest you entered. Good luck.
Lauren
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this is fucking awesome!
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