So now little man you've grown tired of grass, L.S.D., cocaine, and hash. And someone pretending to be a true friend said I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin. Well honey , before you start fooling with me let me inform you how it will be. For I will seduce you and make you my slave. I have sent much stronger than you to their graves. You think you could never become a disgrace and end up addicted to poppy seed waste. So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon then you will take me in your arms very soon. And once I have entered deep down into your veins the craving will hear-by drive you insane. You'll need lots of money as you have been told for darling, I'm much more expensive than gold. You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck you'll turn into something vile and corrupt. You'll steal for my neurotic charms and you'll feel contentment when I'm in your arms. The day you realize the monster you've grown you'll solemnly promise to leave me alone. If you think that you've got my stoical knack then sweety, just try to get me off your back. The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots, the jangling nerves screaming just one more shot. The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains, can only be saved by my little white grain. There's no other way and there's no need to look for deep down inside, you'll know your hooked. You'll desperately run to the pusher and then you'll welcome me back to your arms once again. And when you return just as I for told I know that you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give up your morale, your conscience, your heart, and you will be mine until death do us part.
Reason for writing:
collected poem... recently saw a show that heroin was on
it's way back to becoming the new drug to try.
I would hope that if you are thinking about
doing drugs that you think twice because
the choices you make dictate the life you lead.
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