Hey you junkie!

Brown-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Crying like a true artist.

Tears soaked all over your suit.

Thoughts written across your face.

Your brick-heavy head lies

Dead on my sofa while

You dream of methadone martyrdom

And fields made of needles

And wishes that betrayed you.

Hey you junkie!

Get you some civility.

Don’t bribe me with Ginsberg

And his strange words that still my centre.

You revealed the coward in me

The full-time fool.

Stop crying about your wife!

Your face is an ugly turtle and

This whole world is your zoo.

The benches are all empty

And the skies are way too full.