My Pacifier

The cold and the shakes are coming back And I know it's about that time. I slide the needle in and I'm on track Because the sense of peace is sublime. My bank account is in the red, And my supply has already run out. I know I won't stop until I'm dead Because the need is a constant shout. Falling on hard times is what I fein As I panhandle for your change. I need it flowing in my vein, Or else my mind will derange. Itching for another hit Panic sets in Will I get it? Will I ever win? Finally I have enough for now, But I will always need more. To its call I will forever bow Because without it, I'd fall to the floor. (3)