We were in the hospital all together and we didn't know Our Lord and Savior, coming to
kill us swiftly, so quickly with his thin, pocket Sci-Fi killing machine. Passing around the
tasers, maybe that would get their attention. In fact, we were having 7 Eleven ice cream in
all flavors all three or four, in the small little girl cups that Beatrice wanted to blossom in
the snow wanting to breathe freely without the cigarette smoke coming from all the
vehicles. In the parking lot I saw a man named Goofy Chaos a Black young man, who
looked like soot and Walt Disney World. He said he had many names, and one of them
sold records so long ago, when he was both a Crip and a Blood. I told him, don't kill that
lesbian lady, let's give her a ride Just like in the college dorm rooms of my own mind that I
had already attended But never really lived or been in for some unknown reason having
to do with satanic hell, or perhaps beautiful white people. Goofy Chaos was the order of
the day all around. Then Goku, the wise Scruffy version, showed up and tried to fulfill all
our dreams. He was going to kill us all, rather than making us stand around waiting To die
of choking, horrible surgeries, and other things Goku knew. I marveled at his Muslim
wisdom and his deep and abiding courage. Then Andrea, the wisest woman I have ever,
who knows Jezebel from the Bible is fascinating to her and she is NOT "them" and she and
my best friend forever hides in the bookcase Behind a secret compartment that nobody
gives a hoot about. You see, Andrea wants to lead a real normal life. Certain Jewish people
have no idea of what they are, uh, missing. Certain Christian people wonder at how
anyone goes on living. Certain Muslim people want to be good forever, and sigh for a very
long time. I just want another cup full of vanilla plastic spoon ice cream.
My application for forgiveness
Long denied and cast away
I must contend for my redemption
Thus begins a losing game
Substitution seemed the answer
Something else to kill the pain
Although seeking something deeper
What found me was quite the same
Yet satisfied with what I tried
The dope worked like a charm
To ease the hurt and make things work
Assuring me no harm
Suddenly- The boat got shaky
As the cost for joy increased
Though I didn't have the money
The drugs still wait for me
From then on I was willing
All I need is to get high
As I'm planning future binges
Speed preoccupies my mind
I sold my soul for these addictions
I won't stop until I'm gone
I try hard not to admit it
I had lost and they had won
Face to face with my own master
And the keeper of my soul
GLINDA BUSTAMANTE
My desire overwhelms me, INo longer in control
This life's not worth the living
If my life is not my own
I chose these pills against my will
And now I can't go home
We watch my body whither
Wane too weak and frail for looks
I don't care for my appearance
Just one hit is all it took
This world says things are over
There's no choice but to give up
This hell was too expensive
Though my life was not enough
KAREN
COLE
THE
DOPE
GAME