Heroin poem

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So, little man, you've grown tired of grass, e's, goof balls, 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 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 become a disgrace and end up addicted to poppy seed waste. So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon, you'll take me into your arms very soon.

And once I have entered deep into your veins the craving will drive you wildly insane. You'll need lots of money (as you have been told); for darling, I'm much more expensive than gold.

You'll con your mother, and just for a buck, you'll turn into something vile and corrupt. You'll mug and you'll steal for my sedative charm, and feel contentment when I'm in your arm.

The day when you realize the monster you've grown you'll solemnly promise to leave me alone. If you think that you've got the mystical knack, then, Sweetie, just try and get me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied into a knot, the jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot. The hot chills and cold sweat, the withdrawal pains, can only be saved by my little white grains.

There's no other way, there's no need to look, for deep down inside, you'll know that you are hooked. And when you return (just as I foretold), I know that you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give up your morals; your conscience, your heart and you will be mine until Death do us part.