An Addict
An addict shoots up for the last time.
He will no longer commit this crime.
Once again, he tries to be devoted to his wife
now he'll change around his whole life.
He still has his good and bad days,
but like everybody its just a phase.
Now everyday he does Yoga for hours,
and walks around with his newly formed powers.
His wife loved the transformation at first,
but now she is to the point where she could burst.
She is tired of being second, just a fling.
She says, “You can turn heroin into anything.”
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