The gospel of an addict

The gospel of an addict
I don't know much religious scripture but I know where to get an illegal prescription,
I don't know  the most  important bible verses but I know where the best dope is,
I cannot remember the psalms I was taught in Sunday school but I will take any drug if you put it in my palm,
I don't know the the names of disciples but I know numbers for dealers and a prostitute
Everything I do, I do it for dope,
Blowing my life away in mouthfuls of smoke,
Stubbing out my last joint in an overflowing ashtray,
I crawl out of bed after wasting yet another day,
I missed work for the third shift straight,
I  am not fazed as I hate the job anyway,
I listened to a voicemail on Saturday :
 "If you are going to be late don't bother coming in mate"
 I checked my account yesterday and  I  never got paid,
Painter and decorator is supposedly my trade,
I am still wearing my overalls that are covered in paint
My stomach rumbles with hunger,
I long for a warm shower but can't afford the water,
It's the fourth birthday of my youngest daughter,
I cannot be bothered to call her
Instead i send a text to my dealer, my saviour
I asked for credit but he refuses it so I decide to open my daughters card and remove the twenty quid gift.
I sent a text to my ex the evil bitch and lie that I have just posted it.
I look at my shaking hands which I use to paint rooms, paste wall paper and strip walls with and pray for my next fix,
Jesus please send me some weed,
I clutch a lighter like a bible and fag papers like rosemary beads
I worship drugs and this addiction is like a religion to me.
I hate going cold turkey just Hurry up and crucify me.
God above send me some drugs.
If not I'll switch to be Lucifer and do some satanic shit and ruin another's life for my next hit.
The gospel of an addict