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
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