Because I Could Not Pay for Meth

A Parody of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death”

Because I could not pay for meth-
He gave me it for free.
It held a new outlook on life-
A new reality.

Our friendship grew- We stole a ride-
And I had thrown away
My marriage and my family too
For this drug ecstasy.

We passed the school, where coppers drove
On Patrol- The sirens ring-
He knew our stolen Cadillac-
He knew the smell of weed-

Oh, bother- He chased Us-
The dude pursued with speed and skill
For just a Cadillac, our ride-
Our driver- but a fool-

We drove into a Cul-de-Sac
The sergeant boxed us in-
He got out of his vehicle-
“Your hands behind your heads!”

Since then- ‘tis Decades- and yet
Parole comes closer day by day
I first surmised the popo’s wheels
Were toward captivity-

Brandon Floyd is a professional freelance bum. He enjoys free stuff, fast food, and sleeping by the railroad tracks. He is currently working his mad art skills at Seattle Art Institute. He is in need of money, so if anyone has some they could spare....