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[A young man is pacing back and forth in his apartment, going crazy, clearly nervous out of his mind. He has set up a drug deal, and he is the dealer. He keeps checking his watch and glancing over to the nightstand in the corner of his room, but tries valiantly to ignore it. On the nightstand is a picture of his daughter, who is just a baby. Eventually, seeming to make a decision, he pulls a dime bag of cocaine out of the drawer of that nightstand and sits down at his couch, beginning to prepare it at the table in front of him. He looks like he's going to snort it, hoping to get himself out of the predicament he's in, but at the last decides to try to shove it back in the bag, getting the stuff literally EVERYWHERE. He is jittery, anxious, etc. A few seconds later, there are several loud bangs at the door.]
The Rhyme: away, birds, away! take a little, and leave a little, and do not come again; for if you do, i'll shoot you through, and then there will be an end of you.