I'm your pusher

I'm your pusher.....by D.L. Williams

Hi, I’m your local neighborhood dope dealer, but before you go ahead and judge me prematurely please keep in mind that you need me. They all need me, their souls cry for me, their very souls feed me. I’m not doing anything I wasn’t taught to do. Blame my environment. I just supply to feed the demand; these idiots can’t sleep until my products tight in hand. They open that package and lick their lips as they see that leathery black goodness. Some of them picked up the habit in Vietnam, like it’s what helped them through it. They need me; I’m their best friend. I tell them I love them and well…they believe me. I can tell them what to do whenever it suits me. I can make them run into any of my rival’s homes, kill them and burn their kids without losing sleep. They couldn’t do it without me, they’re afraid to live without me. That is what I call loyalty; I own their souls after all. The zombies drudge along obediently spreading my lucrative agenda to all their friends and families. Bring me more customers, and the product just keeps getting stronger. I’m a hustler I don’t care if your drug free, your going to hear my pitch or you’ll have blood all over that white Tee! I got that connect from the Middle East that gives it to me uncut. Who cares if I “fuel” terrorism? How will they sleep without me? How can they work without me? They hit that pipe all day. On their breaks, on the train, wherever the craving hits, they simply take a few hits. They let the smoke rise slowly, pouring out of their every orifice, possessing them so people around them can get that contact high. I love it really. I’m glad their cowards and cant live without me. I’m the source of all there good fortune but never their misery. I give them a promise; I keep them in love, bravery to face the world. I fix their ills whether by injection or pills, however they need it I got it. I love when they get their kids hooked early, the sooner the better. I get in that womb. Creating more soldiers for my soulless, mindless fighting force. Call me whenever you need a hit or you just cant wait; I’ll have my goons come to you. I make house calls. I go door to door with it. Early in the AM and late in the evening, I can quench your thirst. Friday, Saturday but new product arrives every Sunday. No more need to hide in the alleys, basements and abandoned buildings; I got my own houses set up now, hidden in plain sight sometimes two to a block sometimes three to a block depending on the skin tone of the neighborhood. Seems the darker you are the more you rely on me and have no worries; I’ll be your crutch. Please just don’t stand next to liquor shops I don’t like them that much; I can’t stand the competition. It makes for a complicated situation. As long as you don’t drink any of that booze were cool. I don’t like the things drunks do. Now whenever you need me, I’ll be there to take away the pain, when you have no one to blame. Call me …by my government name. BIBLE.