Meth Lab Poem by Lamar Cole
Meth Lab
His best friend had let the cops know that he had a meth lab.
That was a big mistake.
His best friend's big mouth had cost him a lot of money.
His best friend had to die.
He ambushed his best friend and shot him dead.
When they put him in the electric chair.
He wondered if drug dealing was worth his best friend's and his life.
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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