He climbed aboard that dieseling train,
on a fast track clickety clack,
to nowhere as a matter of fact.
“Ain’t hooked, I’m cool” was his refrain.
“Quit any time , I don’t need that fix,
I ain’t one of those loser pricks.
Don’t worry, got it all together,
I’m feeling light as a feather.
He only experimented with substance,
with the maker of the...
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