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POETIC THOUGHTS
Our drug rehab clients share their thoughts
A Killer called Horse
Behold my friends I am heroin
Known by all as destroyer of men
Where I came from nobody knows
Faraway place where poppies grow
I come into this country without
getting caught
And now everyday I am hunted and sought
Whole nations
have gathered to plan my destruction
They call me the breeder of crime and
corruption
I come in powder then nothing but waste
I look soft and
fluffy and bitter to taste
I am brown I am white I am deadly to use
And
once your addicted I really abuse
In cellophane wraps I soon make my way
To men in their offices to children at play
From heads of state to the
lowest of scum
I’ll give you my word they’ll be under my thumb
I’ll take a rich man and make him poor
Take a virgin and make her
a whore
Make a beautiful woman forget her looks
Make all the students
forget their books
I’ll make you lie steal borrow or beg
Search for
a vein in your arm and your leg
I’ll make you selfish and fill you
with greed
Regardless of religion colour or creed
My gift is illusion
my blessing is fake
Death and destruction follow my wake
I am the kiss
of death to all whom I touch
I start as a gift and end as a crutch
Forget me if you can I will never give chase
For sooner or later
you’ll return for a taste
Once in your blood stream you’ll think
I’m not mean
But praise me great master and nod in a dream
You
have heard all my warnings but will not take heed
Put your foot in the
stirrup and mount this great steed
Get right in the saddle and hold on real
well
For the great horse called heroin will take you to hell. |
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