Sweet Cocaine Blues (Warning: Explicit Content)
Take a trip back in time to 1987—it’d be a hell of crime to miss out on this one…
About the Artist:
Torrey Kurtzner (Undeclared, Class of 2018) writes mostly satirical humor pieces, inspired throughout his life by television shows like The Simpsons, Seinfeld and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. In the future he would love to write comedic screenplays for movies, sketches or television shows. One of his biggest dreams is to write and adapt a sketch for Saturday Night Live (SNL).
Warning: This piece contains explicit content (swearing, references to drugs) and may not be suitable for all audiences.
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Sweet Cocaine Blues
By Torrey Kurtzner
Sweet cocaine blues flows inside of my mind.
As it passes through I can’t help but find
My body dancing to a beat so rad;
Dirty Diana, Michael Jackson: Bad,
Rocking my twenty-something soul so blind.
The club bleeds neon as people snort lines.
I join them in unity as we grind
Across the foggy floors, a sight so sad.
Sweet cocaine blues.
The fun falters as my heart skips a rhyme,
The club goes dark as my psyche loses time,
My nose drains regret and my knees go bad;
Yet still I dance to the rhythm of mad.
Nineteen Eighty-Seven, hell of a crime.
Sweet cocaine blues.
Copyright © Torrey Kurtzner (2016) All Rights Reserved.
