An old poem of mine, have done it at open mics.
He's just my buzzard
from another buzz
I sure can't afford his habit cause
I got habits of my own to feed
I'm tired of smoking shorts
from sidewalk cans
and bumming rides for free
he's just my buzzard
Buzzing bee
I wish he'd leave me be
I spent 11 months in a halfway house back in 2003 and one of the biggest contributing factors to my downfall was not being able to say no to other addicts on different dope when they needed money. I never stole anything, but I did sell most of my belongings, not just for my crack habit but for my roommates heroin addiction and others who would wander in and out of my apartment with this or that addiction.
It was a horrible time in my life, I ran out of disability money one month because of my habit and couldn't get anybody among my family or friends to help me make rent. It probably would have taken months to get evicted, but then my heroin junkie roommate stabbed somebody in the apartment complex and I was given 3 days notice to vacate the premises.
At the time, I was very angry that nobody would help me, but landing at Crossroads facility in Phoenix AZ saved my life. I didn't fully clean up my crack habit for another 9 years after my eveiction, but the 11 months I lived at Crossroads taught me how to keep my head above water and I finally kicked the crap out of my Crack habit in the fall of 2012 and haven't touched it since. I keep a guarded eye on anything that begins to look like an addiction, even Facebook games, which I also quit, and even though living on disability for my Schizoaffective Disorder is still a financial struggle, I am much happier having put those days behind me.