More forced rhyming!

[imcool]

Dear morphine, my opiate queen
You bring me so much higher
Than your prodrug codiene
Tickling my nose
With your feather-like tips
I am forever held
In your lovingly grip
Filling me with joy
Like a childs new toy
I anticipate your presence
And love too see your around
Using the poppy as your vessel
You gracefully ascend upwards from the ground.

 

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