Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details…
This Crazy Man
I walk out the door
I order number 4
I see this man
I see something in his hand
Some white stuff
All sliced up
He snorted a pack of salt
another pack of salt
terror filled my eyes
he ate a cream pie
this poem is so random
so so random and fake
the reason of this being is
how how can you write something right
when you have no life