A Night In the Hood
a night in the hood
i hit my pipe as
turn on the light
cockroaches running
i get the pipe red hot
as i hear a mouse eating
i take a breathe smell the mold
i hit the pipe because it is
cold inside the heat anit
working and i anit joking
icicles on the window
smoke filled room as i
look outside and see the
snow on the ground
the day is gray
but we just pray
another night in the hood
Copyright © Bradley Cox | Year Posted 2012
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