Rocket Scientist

Rocket Scientist

Alfreda Henry 05/20/1988

A rocket scientist is what he wanted to be

He knew that since the age of three.

At the age of six, he thought there was none better

Than the man he saw delivering letters.

At the age of nine his only desire

Was to own a plane and be a flyer.

At thirteen, thanks to so called friends

He was introduced to a bottle of gin.

The first few swallows seemed so exciting

But the loss of control was a little frightening

Fear pushed aside because he was a man with power

The pint was empty in less than an hour

Three years later alcohol seemed to tame

He stepped out searching for new game

Marijuana was next on to his scene

Six months later he was a toking fiend

Five years later still looking for thrills

He decided to do marijuana and pills

Three years later tired of pills and smoke

He opened his arms and embraced coke

Powdering his nose was a treasure

No woman on earth gave this kind of pleasure

The cost was plenty he couldn’t get enough.

Could he get this high from some cheaper stuff?

Yeah, cheaper stuff, that’s the tact.

Good-bye old coke, hello new crack.

Of course, the stuff before wasn’t a habit

He didn’t need it really; he just had to have it

Crack cocaine fed on his soul.

In a short time it had complete control

Lie to you friends, your father and mother

Borrow from your sister; rob your brother.

Friends?  That’s me, Mother, Father, too.

Fire me up and you’ll see it’s true

At twenty-six he felt he had to quit

And he knew he would just one last hit

Three days later the neighbors noticed a smell

Is this your son?  The father couldn’t tell

Three days later at the funeral sat his mother

Father wouldn’t come nor sister or brother

Lord, God, tell me where’s my boy of three

And the rocket scientist he wanted to be.