This poem is not one of my own, i'm not sure who is the author. It is one of my favourites.
" So now little man you've grown tired of grass,
LSD, cocaine and hash,
And someone pretending to be your true friend
Says i'll introduce you to Miss Heroin.
Well before you start fooling with me,
Let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves.
You think you could never became a disgrace
And end up addicted to poppy seeds and waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon
You'll take me into your arms very soon
And once i've entered deep down in your veins
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll need lots of money as you've 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 mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm
And feel content only when i'm in your arms.
The day that you realise the monster you've grown
You'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think you've got the mystical knack
Well just you try getting me off your back.
The hot sweat; the cold chills; your gut in a knot,
Your jangling head screaming for just one more shot,
The vomit; the cramps; the withdrawal pains
That can only be saved by my time white grains.
So you'll desperately run to the pusher and then
You'll welcome me into your arms once again.
I when you return; just as I foretold,
Know that you'll give me your body and soul,
You'll give me your conscience; your morals;
your heart,
And you will be mine until death do us part.
Who was that friend again?
" So now little man you've grown tired of grass,
LSD, cocaine and hash,
And someone pretending to be your true friend
Says i'll introduce you to Miss Heroin.
Well before you start fooling with me,
Let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves.
You think you could never became a disgrace
And end up addicted to poppy seeds and waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon
You'll take me into your arms very soon
And once i've entered deep down in your veins
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll need lots of money as you've 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 mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm
And feel content only when i'm in your arms.
The day that you realise the monster you've grown
You'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think you've got the mystical knack
Well just you try getting me off your back.
The hot sweat; the cold chills; your gut in a knot,
Your jangling head screaming for just one more shot,
The vomit; the cramps; the withdrawal pains
That can only be saved by my time white grains.
So you'll desperately run to the pusher and then
You'll welcome me into your arms once again.
I when you return; just as I foretold,
Know that you'll give me your body and soul,
You'll give me your conscience; your morals;
your heart,
And you will be mine until death do us part.
Who was that friend again?
