My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

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I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight.
I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late.
I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not.
I am the boy wearing his moms clothes that you never give to much thought.
I am the college nerd cramming for test after test.
I am the stay at home mom trying to be the best.
I am the single mom struggling and not getting enough rest.
I am the whore on the street corner begging for more.
I am the bum begging for your change. The one you always ignore.
I am the teacher.
I am the cops.
I am that person that always seems to come out on top.
I am the CEO and the congressman.
I am the rich and I am the poor.
I am everything you could ever want and so much more.

I don’t have a preference on the company I keep.
I don’t care about your age.
Male or female, makes no difference when its time to play.
Skin color is nothing that I ever see.
I only want you because of you, just trust me.

I will promise you beauty and I will promise you wealth.
I promise to give you things others only dream about.
Men will have whore after whore down on her knees begging them for more.
Women can have the confidence to explore things they never knew existed. Test their absolute limits and leave them asking why.
I promise I wont ever let you lose all of your control.
I will always be here because I love you and I know own your heart and soul.

At first I’m going to be all I promised and so much more.
oh, how quickly things change. Oh, the things you will ignore.

Mother, daughter, father, son.
Come one, come the fun is about to begin.

Follow me down my crystal paved road.
I promise you will never feel alone

My highs are so high, the absolute best.
Climb to the very top and take a deep breath.
You’ll beg me to stop as you notice long drop.
I’ll make you forget everyone you ever loved.
Everything around you begins to change as the evil takes over and smacks you right in the face.

Now I’ll take you to a place so dark and cold.
A place so low that even shadows are scared to go.
Hold onto something tight as you begin to fall.
Very few people survive the crash.
They beg me for more as I stand there and laugh

Now for some of you it all ends here.
One round with me then it starts to be clear.
I was always evil and I’m really good at playing pretend.

The rest of you can follow me.
Now is when the fun really begins.

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