fauxcroft

Drug addicts wander my streets

Drug dealers live close to me,

I see the users haggered gnarled looks

Most of them shoplifting goods,

To pay for their addictive needs

Their drug dealers just feed, feed, feed,

Is this wrong that they frustrate me

Taking to loud when they speak,

Shouting, screaming, fighting each other

Leaving needles around for kids and mothers,

And if you speak to them,

That treat you as if your the one who’s weird

I guess in their mirror things aren’t quite clear.