venecia and I felt like prisoners
handcuffed to the cocaine
the more we tried to stop
more eightballs mario setup
a couple of months went by
we all started to bleed
from our throats .. noses
blood oozed out of our ears
this is some serious cocaine
leaving .. taking no prisoners
mario had destroyed his face
even lost his complete mind
months of waving the loaded .38
around and around near our heads
loading .. unloading bullets like mad
every day .. going out
to the snow covered foothills
shooting five .. ten clips a day
into ancient, stone mountain rock
sharp chips flying all over the place
he and I had a conversation
if one could even call it that
looking a bit peaked .. timid
he proceeded by telling me
my entire family's names .. ages
said if anything happened
if he were to ever get busted
then all of my family would die
related the mob would torture
every single one of them to death
I knew he'd lost his mind
i'd never been a cop .. narc
I wasn't about to start now
calmly .. quietly I let him know
if anything happened at all
to any of my family members
i'd not have to lift a little finger
he'd get his .. sooner or later
this is for absolute certain
we snorted another eightball
Copyright @ January 2015
StandingBear
