northword: A Literary Journal Of Canada’s North
boomtown city ryan mccann
The melting of two pods Remember laying sods 20 bucks cash
All we wanting was ass
23 years old fresh out the shower
Bar lights stiff drinks we felt power Running through our veins Years later came the pain
Of our personal decisions
amalgamation is the word But I still want to be heard We had big dreams
To merge as dealers and sell to the fiends 2004 boom town busy city
Hookers on a waiting list they cost 350 An hour got to fulfill my desire
Good coke strong g but in the end I was a liar To myself I must confess
My life was like a game of chess I was losing to an old man A journeyman of the clan
The devil the red I’d be better off dead
In the end my addiction needs to be fed
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