i once broke my toe, seek'd help in form of the medical a man-with a PhD in pushing-pulls a lil'green pill from his white coat and starts the poem, i had became addicted and didnt know it, i didnt know my love of the narcotic opiates. soon i spent every day fiending for more pills the tolerance grows, so does the horrific chills i can no longer live without the junk i no longer have a give to fuck and although people might think im a lil'funny i am now know'n as a socially acceptable junkie