Sinning is

the life they lead,

So full of hatred,

for man indeed.

They scour the corners,

in search of cash,

hoping to buy,

just one more stash.

They reel you in,

their hearts all stained,

feeling no sorrow,

for what they gain.

Money is life,

it keeps them warm.

They take what they get,

until the next storm.

As the pain starts up,

their body’s forlorn.

If they can‘t find a trick,

they will turn to porn.

Just one more buck,

they think in the dark,

covered in filth as they

trudge through the park.

The agony increases,

as the shakes set in,

just one more time,

it’s not such a sin.

They creep in the darkness,

with bloodshot eyes,

looking for money,

to soothe their cries.

They lure in the men,

of whom they don’t care.

They do it so often,

diseases are shared.

Their hearts are so cold,

They don’t give a damn,

They just need your money,

To buy a gram.