A Despicable Pusher Speaks
Dream on, don't stop
for your reality is in shatters.
Your life has lost its essence,
There’s no logical fluidity in your actions,
so just dream on, don't stop,
your misery will soon end:
aren't your dreams so luminescence?
And just to help you on, my friend
I have just what you might need,
you only have to choose, my dear,
for now, it's only a free deed.
See your tears are drying up,
your body's tremors stop.
Would you like some strong valerian?
Sniff my white intoxicating powders,
sleep like a crafty grown-up,
and dream like an uncouth Iberian?
I have all your answers, pal.
Soon you'll depend on me.
(Oh how I hate your youth!)
I'll give you dreams galore, scum,
Provided on payment we agree.
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