Knock at the door.
BABY RAPER*WAIF*ADDICT*or WHORE.
Come talk to me.
I want to be free.
Needle marks on my arm.
Got fired from the farm.
TAXES put a mortgage on me.
No income - only another fee.
Terrorists made my shadow white.
Wont take the next plane flight.
GOD wont even talk to me.
Satan just opened a door to flee.
Another war - bookie on the phone.
Sometimes I feel all alone.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2