Petes Poetry
It Snow Good
Life has dealt her a crooked straw hand
As she beggarly kneels face down in the sand.
A razor-ed line vanishes in a snort
an adrenaline rush artificially bought.
She rages and parties all night
as the addiction clasps cruelly tight.
She sees the sun rise and set for five whole days.
It's no surprise shes a wreck, in a deluded daze.
Sleep catches up
she does not disturb
she never woke up
she was never deterred.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004
As she beggarly kneels face down in the sand.
A razor-ed line vanishes in a snort
an adrenaline rush artificially bought.
She rages and parties all night
as the addiction clasps cruelly tight.
She sees the sun rise and set for five whole days.
It's no surprise shes a wreck, in a deluded daze.
Sleep catches up
she does not disturb
she never woke up
she was never deterred.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004
