Poisonous Powder

By rozie

Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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Poisonous Powder

Poisonous powder,
Crystals of rock,
Dealers are plenty,
With plenty of stock.

Down a dark alley,
Appears a face with no name,
Passing a package,
With no hint of shame.

Unable to read between,
The rules of this game,
Only taught to live for false glory,
Then die for the fame.

Rosalynn Grant
Nottingham 2000

Certificate PG
Story
Autobiography