Claire Keltie Poet I do not know?

Miss Heroin

So now little lady, your tired of hash, cocaine, LSD, downers and grass,
Then someone pretending to be genuine introduced you to little miss heroin,
Well honey before you mess with me,
Just let me tell you how it will be,
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent much stronger people than you to there grave,
You'll start inhaling me one afternoon, 
Then you'll take me in your arms very soon,                                                                   
And once I've entered deep in your vein,
Your life will never be quite the same,
You'll swindle your family just for a buzz,
and end up with many visits from the fuzz,
You'll mug and steal for my narc tic charm,                                                                       
and you'll feel content with me in your arm,
The day you realize the monster has grown,
You will silently swear to leave me alone,
Well baby, just try getting me of your back,
The vomits, the cramps, your guts tied in knots,
And trembling nerves scream just one more shot,
Then you'll welcome me back in your arms, 
As a foretold, you'll need lot's more money and much more gold,
For now my darling, I've captured your heart,
And now you'll be mine,"till death us do part".

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Beata Agustin September 7, 2025 at 7:33 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 28, 2016 at 11:27 AM CLAIRE, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love ** SKAT **

Cassie Dekker August 14, 2008 at 1:29 AM wow, great poem...hmmm...now where have i read it before....oh yeah. My mother has it in a book on our bookshelf. She has had it for over 27 years, ever since my uncle died of a heroin overdose. I don't blame you for posting it, but changing a few words here and there doesn't make it yours. You should not be taking credit for someone else's beautiful writing. it is believed that hte original author of this poem is Duncan MacLaughlin,a scottish nobleman.