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JUNKIE

She is My Drug Of Choice
My only sinful pleasure
Of which I readily admit
And self administer gladly
She is my only addiction
I avoid rehab at all costs
Even when I realise
In moments of clarity
She is not really good for me

She is my MARIJUANA
My blunt, dope, ganja, grass,
Herb, joint, bud, Mary Jane,
Pot, reefer, green, trees, smoke,
Sinsemilla, skunk, weed which
I smoke every day without fail
I do not do what liars claim
I wholeheartedly inhale deeply
The munchies make me hunger
For more and more, and yet more

She is my heroine and HEROIN
That takes me and places me
On cloud nine, ten and eleven
My Diacetylmorphine, smack, horse,
Brown sugar, H, junk, skag, skunk,
My white horse, China white; H-block
If only I kind find a good healthy vein
She makes me sometimes beg
Her indulgence as I scour the streets
Seeking loose change to feed my
Addictions to her and my pet unicorn

She's my COCAINE
My hydrochloride shower, my blow,
Bump, C, candy, Charlie, coke, crack,
Flake, rock, snow, toot, we razor up
Slicing and cutting our own flesh
Red and scabbed prison tattoos
Words like stop and marriage initials
Never quite releasing the demons
Still haunted by fake muse reality
Regardless of pain in bloodletting
I snort your diet coke and Pepsi max
The bubbles tickle my nostrils
Constant sniffing like a bloodhound
I smell only sex and lust

My metaphoric AMPHETAMINE
My Biphetamine, Dexedrine: bennies,
Black beauties, crosses, hearts, LA
Turnaround, speed, truck drivers, uppers
My illicit all-rounder magic powdered
Swallowed, snorted, smoked, injected
I pander to the high
I float to the sky
Don't ever want to come down
Laughing a grinning like a fuckin retard
A truck driving Cheshire cat all smug
So much for the baying crowd
In my amphetamine amphitheatre

My well MET- AMPHETAMINE
My Desoxyn: meth, ice, crank, chalk,
Crystal, fire, glass, go fast, speed,
In my masochistic self meandering
My soul gets ripped apart and asunder
I welcome her who takes me under
In sickness and health, I chunder
Her eyes sparkle like crystal
All passion and blazing fire
I am walking on broken glass
Must go faster

She's my METHYLENEDIOXYMETHAMPHETAMINE
My MDMA, she is my Ecstasy, I love her
With the love of Adam, with all the clarity,
My Eve, and lovers' speed, my gangsta's
Molly, she brings me a peace, of sorts
With a cocktail of longing and pain
With justifiable tears on my pillow
And an ache that I die for

She is my FLUNITRAZEPAM
My Rohypnol, forget-me pill, Mexican Valium,
R2, roach, Roche, roofies, roofinol, and rope,
She rapes my mind and body
I voluntarily take this date hit pill
Living in violent sexual hope
Of the penile resurrection erection
She does not disappoint, ever
And I always remember

She is my KETAMINE
My Ketalar SV: cat Valium, K,
Special K, vitamin K a supplement
For all-round health, sound science
Of a feline veterinary third kind
I am dancing on a hot tine roof
Or would be if I was a rich man

She's my PCP AND ANALOG
My strange signal from the '60s
Not quite digital yet most killer
My Phencyclidine: angel dust,
Boat, hog, love boat, peace pill
My source of superhero snorted
My Angel dust as a french maid
Tickling my scrotum and cock
With an outstretched feather
A tickling stick
To tickle my dick

She is my LSD
In ponds shillings and pence, my
Lysergic acid diethylamide: acid, blotter, cubes,
Microdot, yellow sunshine, blue heaven, Buttons,
Mesc, peyote, Magic mushrooms, purple passion,
Shrooms, and  little smoke, they prevent me from
Seeing things as they really are
Just seeing the things that I want
I am the cartoon Purple Ronnie to
Your Mexican large breasted taco
Living in a pink and cotton candy world
Where God is a term of orgasm only
Which we worship and praise in fellowship
This is my body a coconut mushroom and
And chocolate button pizza, broken for you
We drink the blood of Minators, no bullshit
We do this in remembrance
Of nothing at all

She's my INHALANTS
My Solvents paint thinners, permanent marker,
My glues, butane, propane, aerosol propellants,
Nitrous oxide; isoamyl, isobutyl, cyclohexyl,
Laughing gas, poppers, snappers, and whippets
I am permanently stuck on you
Joined at the hip super glue bonded
With you, life is just a gas with laughing
My champagne cork violently opened
My crocodilesexual, 'why the long face'
My slim and slender dawg, racy
Inhalation that equates to real love
Stupified cant see for visions

She is my STEROIDS
My Anadrol, Oxandrin, Durabolin, Depo-Testosterone,
Equipoise, roids, juice, gym candy, and pumpers
Its no wonder you look so fit
Strong thighs and arm guns
Makes your supple, strong, sex; sensual
Aggressively so, you are the man in charge
With cancerous drugs and a skin complaint
We sword fence with floppy erections
Pushing in softies until they cause bleeding
From all and every orifice
Including your hole in the heart

I have a moment of clarity on Damascus Road
But you're a fake teaspoon and tinfoil bake
A stoned stoner with a hear to match
A pretend prick with mortar shells
A bottle of rum, open mouth to bum
Sloppy seconds I was stirring the porridge
I was circling the drain, withdrawal pain
You made me go cold turkey by gobbling
And gifting me real-life sexual encounters
You led me down the garden path of strip-tease
Not realising you were on live feed video record
Screen capture for future masturbations
You lured me in with cyber-sex on messenger
I could not see you were the messenger of doom
No longer a resource, a drug you spat out
Aluminium foil crumpled and heading for the bin
Down the road the disco light show causes fits
I can even remember the feel of your tits
The music blares out a Brian Ferry track
"Love is the drug I'm thinking of"
Fake loves' not the drug for me
I am now drug-free
Needle-free
Smoke-free
Dust-free
Mushroom free
Cloud free
Sex free
Flake free
Speed free
Coke free
Cock free
Weed-free
Joint free
Finally and really free
So please feel free
To fuck off!
David_Macleod
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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