socially acceptable junkie

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