To My Hood Friend

Written by: Ebert Badtip

To My Hood Friend

I FEEL SICK!

                   I FEEL slick!

                                     I deal sufferings!

                                                               i heal the suffered-

                                                                                           my dear friend all is owed to you, all is because of our first sparks, all is because of out lost joys-

                                                                                                   the absolutes you dealt me left me knowing the truth, clinging to it like a life line to bring me "home"-

                                                                                                           all the thoughts we had turned into lies for whatever reason-we let them. now i just write this sill poem to keep from imploding

               to you all is owed-dw