……it’s my nephew’s addiction that bothers me, he’s close to me, but when he’s near his addictive condition got him miles away, on display but untouchable. Approachable, but he can’t take in what I have to say; it makes one pause, cause he can’t hear me anyway, it’s killing me to watch him waste away. His death is anticipatable, it’s like he’s already a ghost sent to teach me the un-relatable. He rather sleep on the street and he ain’t capable, he thinks he’s hot, but he ain’t dateable. he’s periodically beat up and stepped on, he needs to keep a blade or two, but he can’t pivot, because that liquor turned him into a small digit, his life is real rigid, but dig it, he thinks he’s in control when he rolls, even when he walks into poles.
….too much mileage; he can’t start over even if he was driving a rover. Now I hear some dude just strolled up, left his face swoll up; holdup… I jumped up, then I sat down, I forgot he wants to be that clown, he mess me around, when I tried to straighten him up and down.