Treasure Island

James Grayson

(5th July 1988 / Manchester, England)

Cocaine on the Brain


As it rush's through the note
And up into my nose,
Theres no better feeling
Every coke head knows.

But as quick as I got it
I've sniffed all my coke.
One twenty on the 8-ball,
Im definatley broke

'No worries mate,
I'll do it on tick.'
Free for tonight and
This stuffs sick.

Guts turn cos
Im in debt,
Yet again
Im full of
Regret.

Every
Week

Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010
Edited: Sunday, February 28, 2010
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  • Ivor Hogg (1/31/2010 10:05:00 AM)

    Painful to read My friend but apparently you have decided to do something about it
    Poetry is my drug of choice I can get high on words I use it as an antidote to depression etc (Report) Reply

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