Jimmy and John best of friends.
Along comes Sally and their friendship ends.
Jimmy shot John brought it to an end.
Sally now sleeps in the bed with Jim.
Thought that was the end.
Making babies, making dreams.
Until Jimmy fell apart at the seams.
Sally wakes one day and tries to get away.
His debts, not hers to pay.
She packs here bags and heads out the door.
Sally wonders the street and becomes a crack whore.
Selling her body to men of the night,
Her skirt short, dirty and tight.
Hook me up honey , use me as your toy.
For a brief moment we can fill the void.
Track mark on her arms
pain fills her broken heart.
Walking the streets,
she lays on her back inside stained sheets
Isn’t she cool, isn’t she sweet.
Just another cheap treat.
Jimmy shot John, they were best of friends.
The moral of this story…
In the end, did anybody win?
O.K not sure where this came from? It ran through my head last night while I laid awake waiting for the Sandman to come and kiss me.
It was just one of those “works” that I needed to pen out…