The Dharma Bum

Apologies for the current lack of posts, things have been rather busy of recent.
I will be posting a new piece of writing early next month, but until then, here is a rather dark poem that I found floating around the depths of my computer. Unfortunately the poet is unknown to me, but I still feel its worth sharing. Apologies I cannot give due credit to the Author.

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Bile on my dirty shirt,
nails are ripped and torn.
Meth is flowing through my veins
my baby kicks unborn.

Many strangers judge me
snub my matted hair.
All to selfish to help me,
instead they gape and stare.

We dont need their charity
even though I'm poor,
I can kick this habit
Just give me one last score.

Walking downtown east side,
heels clicking like a clock.
Pregnant woman are sexy too,
I'm the whore who works this block.

When the drugs have worn off
my body starts to tick,
time to make my rounds again
and suck another dick.

Alone in my alley way,
I take a blade and draw...
people want to forget
the pregnant mess they saw.

My face is sinking in now
my teeth are falling free,
the alley takes my baby
it dies amoung debris.

Hit the meth harder
shaking on the ground,
waiting for the minute
when our bodies will be found.