Pharmies

You got them to stop,
playing your smoking pipe
as they follow you to doom
Naive little rats,
believing you're their friend
you lead them to higher ground
Collecting information,
wooing them as you wipe
their sugar coated noses
You make them comfortable,
giving them the little white candy
delighting their mindless senses
All the while preaching,
warning them to stay away
from the very thing you're giving them