Willy Wonka

The sudden rush of the syringe going in like a train,
Making me gush like a liquid dream in delirium heaven.
The kool aid entering my bloodstream ending all pain,
The dreams elapse inside a cloud of emotional tension.

Pixie stick dust exploding in a wind tunnel of sensations,
Lollipop delights within a high of subliminal messages
Lick it up like the syrupy amber substance that drips,
From the point of no return with good stuff in my syringe.

Cherry blossoms flourishing upon the despairs of the drug,
Candy apple flavors I savor my taste buds are the slaves.
Boil the mixture that willy wonka made out of insane love,
That sugar rush is what we love when dancing at raves.

This stuff is a concoction of sugar,water,and opiate thrills,
It's set apart from the rest and will put you down on the floor,
Although it is different it comes in liquid only and no pills,
Willy wonka will have you addicted and craving for more.