For many years a smoker
Many more quite fond of booze,
I've dabbled in the small pills,
And I fell in love with food.
Never in those years they held me,
Have I felt this draw,
Your body's an addiction,
My drug, somehow a cure.
Your lips are laced with heroine,
And your fingers crystal meth,
Your eyes are separate acid trips,
And there's sugar on your breathe.
Your body is an opium den,
Your skin rich with LSD,
I taste the mushroom wells in you,
And collapse with Ecstasy,
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