The Addiction Poem by Jessika Hopkins

So now, little man...
You have grown Tired of grass,
LSD, acid, 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 have sent men much stronger
than you to their grave.
You think you could
never become a disgrace
And end up addicted
to poppyseed waste.
So you will start inhaling me
one afternoon.
You'll take me into your arms
very soon.
And once I have entered deep
down in your veins,
The craving will nearly
drive you insane.
You will need lots of money,
as you have been told,
For, darling, I am 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 contentment when
I'm in your arms.
The day when you realize
the monster you've grown,
You will solemnly promise
to leave me alone.
If you thing you have got the
mystical knack, Then sweetie,
just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps,
your gut in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming
for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat,
the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved
by my little white grains.
There is no other way and
there's no need to look,
For deep down inside
you will know you are hooked.
You will desperately run
to the pusher and then,
You will welcome me back
to your arms once again.
And when you return,
just as i foretold,
I know you will give me
your body and soul.
You will give up your morals,
your conscience, your heart,
And you will be mine
... until death do us part.