How I Avoid The Truth Poem by Virginie Guillemette

I medicate myself with you
like buying jeweled Dollhouse shoe
like eating sugar by the spoon
or dancing naked in my room

I medicate myself with this
sacharine substitute for bliss
hisssssssssssss....
rattle
boom!
I tease the threads from your blanket tomb
salt lick siren wailing croon
you will hate me
soon enough
you can't fake a maiden's blush
don't debate me
bloviate me
sailors are supposed to be tough
and why I'll never have enough
sailors don't have hearts
or tender parts
candy thug
you tricked me into
taking your drug.