Drugs and wealth and sex and power
Rising the ranks looking only to devour
Steady raising all of the stakes
Not thinking to pump the breaks
Burning out, raising a smoke
Fine line, a little poke
A drink here a drink there
One more pill, it's a dare
Keeping it going, high pace
Getting sloppy, leaving a trace
Dodging problems and their issues
Nose is runny get some tissues
As the great tower is almost completed
The building has stopped, workers feel cheated
Left to rot with no foundation
Doomed for eternal damnation
About the Creator
J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
Thanks for stopping by :)
@frame0fjosh
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