Heroine
the drug of choice
the taste in the back of throat
as it invade your veins
I survived methadone
escaping the grasp not easy on one soul
Africa came to the rescue
from the bark of a tree
illegal it was smuggle for me
and with a will to be free I not indulge in aspirin from Bayer
for an head ache
crack I smoked a plenty and that make you dangerous
as you want more never to achieved the first hit to be reach
a science you became a cook using the microwave as your new religion
but my garden full of roses I proved you wrong of no redemption
and a great motivator speaker I cure
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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