Hugh

This man he had an empty void, his life was at a loss.

He tried each and every stuffing, he could ever come across.

He overate cake and chocolate, until his heart almost collapsed.

A string of diseased women, passed through his lonely flat.

He collected empty whisky bottles, to the sorrow of his liver.

Gambling and materialism became the newest fillers.

He stressed and worried endlessly, his future made him shudder.

Was he the only one lost soul, or could there be some others?

At work he began abusing power, megalomaniac they called him.

In the end he turned to substances, cocaine was the first step onto more things.

It soon was not enough, so he progressed even higher.

Methamphetamine and crack, his now only two desires.

A parasitic relationship, into the unknown future it does trail.

A crabs-infested crackhead he now sits with no avail.

No visions for the future. Just awaiting that next rock.

Sitting, scratching with his crack pipe, always looking at the clock.

This story may be shocking, its more common than you think.

Please as you read my last two lines I hope you make the link

This man, his name was Hugh but the G and H are missing

Because a hu-man we all are and this void we are all itching.