Poor Thing Poem by Butch Decatoria

Poor thing miss junkie
Pretends to know love,
Lies to herself as dark as her drug,
Two faces she fakes with
Her Homeless lover
Abandoned her husband, daughters without a mother.
Poor thing white lady
Lost in self deceit's coldest season
Says she's in love with him
Follows without reason.
She lies best with black,
As she paints foundation
On her face and on her lesions.
Poor thing mrs. Junkie,
No policy for self honesty.
Just another addict
Lost soul
Self treason.