My Heroin(e)

A junky for funky words,
I overdose on prose
In the garden of my mind’s desire.

Playing with poetic fire—
Roach smokin’ in the ash tray.
Led astray by broken verbs
And softly spoken word.

My poetic depiction—
A distinguished
Cunning linguist
With a great ad(diction).

Seeking poetic thrills,
Like sleeping pills
To ease my mind.

Snorting lines
Of the finest rhymes,
To pass the time.

A penny for your thoughts,
I'm a nuisance;
Giving my two cents
For mere nickels and dimes.

Here to pave the way,
With words, I take a stand.
The hero saves the day,
With his heroin(e) at hand.
Written by NewBeginnings
Author's Note
A playful, freestyle poem written for the "Poetry Is Dope" competition :)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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