Cocaine

Oh! what a great stain That it requires a drum of bleach to clean a tiny dot I think I have to be plain If you are in it, you are blot Your intentions was to chase away demon Its a pity demon invites its likes Never take an orange and expect the taste of lemon getaway or your future will be flaked Its name sounds like pain its deception is a myth that will never go away They say you can get high and lofty from cocaine But the reality is like falling from a stairway Even fame cannot tame its venom In its part there is no grownup All its shimmering ideals ends in gloom And its allure is a clean setup Flee from its illusion Or end up in desperation These counsel are no hallucination But true manifestation of cocaine tradition