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Everything Tastes Like Crack everything tastes like crack now i can't wash the flavour out of my cigarettes or coffee mugs the telephone i've never been a puritan i have my drugs of choice everyone does: TV kills the Net kills smoking kills sex kills booze kills Prozac kills coffee kills and crack kills so what can i tell you, you who never calls me except now when you have heard about the rock i found in the alley behind my house do i want to come over and play with you? i guess you didn't hear how i flushed it away what can i tell you except to say I watched at least one family go down i watched cops and robbers up close and personal i saw my lover's mama buy crack from her six foot three son i watched her fourteen year old daughter carry two babies on her hips their daddy was another dealer her foster daddy i watched them with my own eyes waiting for rock i watched the scars on malachi's hands when he touched me later on a cockroach covered couch how his tongue tasted bitter of crack though he had never tasted it how his skin tasted like all the sadness of rock-bottom despair everything everything everything tastes like crack.
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