Pharm Fresh
A little chalk ring 'round my nose,
Sends me into Pleasure's throes
Another line, I'm feeling fine
Providing that the Powder flows
Peach and blue and green and white,
Only then when Life is right
Liquid Love my veins to flood-
Burdens gone; my shoulders light
Euphoria swims through my blood
Troubles out of mind-- and sight!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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