So now Little man you’re grown tired of grass, L. S. D., 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’ve sent men much stronger than you to their grave. 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 down in your veins, The craving will nearly drive you insane. You’ll need lots of money (as you have been told) For darling, I’m 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 feed contentment when I’m in your arms. The day you realize the monster you’ve grown, You’ll solemnly promise to leave me alone. If you think you’ve got the mystical knack, Then, sweetie, just try getting me off your back. The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied 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’s no other way and there’s no need to look; For deep down inside, you’ll know you are hooked. You’ll desperately run to the pusher and then You’ll welcome me back to your arms once again. And when you return (just as I foretold!) I know that you’ll give me your body and soul. You’ll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart, And you’ll be mine until death do us part. Anonymous Addict