Three dealer night (a true poem)

I couldn’t sleep that first night
On a whim I walked to Times Square
A seven-foot tall man asked me if I wanted some crack
I bought frozen yogurt instead

I walked to the steps of the public library
Where they’d shot part of Ghost Busters
A man asked if I wanted some weed
I don’t like that shit in my head

I got lost on my way back to the hotel
Found myself in front of the United Nations building
A man offered me some heroin
I declined and settled for bed

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