A Horse Call Heroin
you keep running a losing race
with the white horse that gallops
inside of your veins
continually placing bets
but how long you'll last
is anyone guess
all the running you choose to do
out of the starting gate daily
is with needle and spoon
with those in the stands looking on
watching you on this muddy track
before your window is closed
running with your pack
of what started out
as all thoroughbreds
numb to the junk in the future you face
as the white horse in your veins
continues this losing race
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