How habits (addictions) KILL!
Miss Heroin
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass,
L.S.D. goof balls, cocaine and hash
And someone, pretending to be a true friend,
said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin"
Well, honey, before you start fooking with me,
Just let me inform you of how it will be
For I will seduce you and make my slave,
I've send men much stronger than you to their graves
You think you could never become a disgrace,
And end up addicted to puppyseed and waste
so you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon,
and once I have entered deep down in your veins,
The crawling will nearly drive you insane.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck,
you'll turn into somehting vile and corrupt,
you'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic c harm,
and feel contentment when i'm in your arms.
The day, when you realize the monster you're grown,
you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
the vomit, the cramps, your guts tied in knots,
the jangling nerves screaming for one more shot.
The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains,
Can only be savec by my little white grains
There's no other way and there's no need to look,
for deep down inside you know you are hooked,
you'll desperatly run to the pushers and then-
you'll welcome me back, to your arms once again.
And you will return (just as I foretold)!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul
you'll give up your morals, your conscidence, your heart,
and you will be mine until "Death do us part".
This poem was written by a
girl from the Toronto area. She
gave this poem to a friend to
give to the world for her. A
few days later, her "habit"
killed her.