”it was free” i hear you say, smiling i walk away

go and get in my car

as i ride down the street i look at the empty houses and girls standing in the doorways

looking for the next ”john” to diminish their light a little more to get enough money to make the pain go away for the next hour

”free” because you carve people into whatever shape you need them to be to fulfill a delivery or service

you think your island is protected by ”goats” and ” alligators” but they must constantly be fed or they will turn and eat their master

their loyality is governed by the regular timely flow of ”goats-milk ” and those teets better never run dry

so you have to plan for the ”dry spells” because this is dope and the dope machine is always subject to the ”dope” taking over the operation from the operator……one hit to many and the mule is stuck in traffic ,car running nodded out behind the wheel and gravy train is off the track……… and you got to cover it

”free” ,…………………….hustled by the hustle

i saw you before the ”cave-in” ………………..a man with a ticket to the lions den and all they had left to eat was you

”free” kept you from hearing a word i said

i didn’t bother calling your ex……………………………….she got off the train when she figured out your time as the conductor was coming to an end

”free”…………………….no not free……………….not by a long shot