A Junkie’s Christmas

A junkie's Christmas
Lasts all year
And it comes
In many forms

A full bag in his pocket
Full needle
Full prescription
Full pipe
Full bottle of booze

Like full stockings
Over the fireplace
Just waiting to be emptied
Or presents under the tree
Beautifully wrapped
Begging to be ripped apart

Some know all the hustles
Different angles and charms
To keep their days
Full of gifts
Or most of them

You end up with nothing
Or a lump of coal
And the sickness
Kicks in
No matter how
Naughty or nice
You've been

That's just how
The cookie crumbles
Into the milk
Left for the Santas
In dealer suits
When you live
Like it's Christmas
Every single day

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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