Hypodermic Illusions
Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
on quiet streets where elm trees grow
But in their midst a demon yawns
And screams through veins from which it flows
Hypodermic illusions line the curb
where cars are parlors for getting high
Overdosing in the suburbs
The inner city has no alibi
A nightmare on elm street
and Freddy Kruger is nowhere in sight!
But the boogeyman does not retreat....
yet some will not awaken from the night!
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