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| ~ Miss Heroin ~ So, little man, you've grown tired of grass, LSD, amphetamine, 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, Just let me tell you how it will be. I will seduce you and make you my slave; I've sent stronger than you to their grave. You think you could never become a disgrace, And end up addicted to poppy seed waste. So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon, And you'll take me in your arms very soon. And once I've entered deep into your veins, The craving will drive you nearly insane. You'll need lots of money as so you were told. Darling, I'm more expensive than gold! You'll swindle your mother for just a buck; You'll turn into something vile and corrupt. You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charms, And for contentment when I'm in your arms. The day you realize the monster you've grown, You will solemnly vow to leave me alone. If you think you've got that mystical knack, Then try getting me off your back. The vomit, the cramps, your gut in a knot. The jangling nerves cry for just one more shot. The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains, Can only be saved by my little white grains. There is no other way, no need to look, For deep down inside, you know you are hooked. You'll desperately run to the pusher-man. And you'll welcome me back in your arms once again. And when you return, as I foretold, I know you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart. And you will be mine 'til death do us part. ~ Author Deceased ~ (Heroin Overdose) |
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