Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie) 

(Doobie-Doobie)


When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe 




And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one more pill until my life slips past your cracked out assess until I pass out 



And girl you are a fool if you think love don't hurt because it does 



And I'll leave you playing in the dirt while you are waiting on to see Kurt Cobain with that nose filled up with cocaine (dust) taking away your pain like a officer shooting your brains out of your cocaine (dust) head and leave them laying on the cold darkened lifeless street's as they drape a white sheet over your lifeless body that the cocaine (dust) slowly slips out of your cocoa-cocaine (dust) nose as your guts bust on the ground before you 



And when the doobie-doobie don't work any more as the I add the weight in the grinder filling up my lungs with that blasting last high that knocked that ass out of the last deadening concert of Kurt Cobain while that blasting sniff of cocoa-cocaine (dust) rocks my brain out of my lying dying skull 




And just call me the white Mamacita with white dust dripping from my nose and my last little bit of my brain that drops from the dripped drop slurping brain that smacks the ground ounce and pound by ounce and pound 




And girl you are a fool if you think love don't hurt because it does because fuck it I just killed my self for and over you 





 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer February 8,2018