Princess Pyro
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This is a poem in a book I have. It was written by a man not far from where I live. The whole book is made up of poems by him. This is one of my favourites.
The Hit
Hey, girl, this won't hurt a bit,
Time for you to try your very first hit.
In no time at all, you'll be out of your mind,
Then we will be just two of a kind.
I had my mainline just two weeks ago,
Now it's costing mountains of dough.
See that big guy, in the "Merc" over there,
Just wander over and show a bit bare.
Two hundred bucks! My, you must have been good,
Now we can get dope. I'm just in the mood.
With your looks and my contacts, we're on cloud nine,
Just one more hit and we will feel fine.
Hey girl, what's with you. You keep falling down,
I feel dopey too, my brains like to drown.
I wonder what they cut the herion with,
Hey, Baby! I can feel your limbs going stiff.
Next morning they found them there on the ground,
OD to the eyeballs, no longer around.
Parents of both are still wondering why,
Their dear children took enough drugs to die.
by George A Brockwell
PP
The Hit
Hey, girl, this won't hurt a bit,
Time for you to try your very first hit.
In no time at all, you'll be out of your mind,
Then we will be just two of a kind.
I had my mainline just two weeks ago,
Now it's costing mountains of dough.
See that big guy, in the "Merc" over there,
Just wander over and show a bit bare.
Two hundred bucks! My, you must have been good,
Now we can get dope. I'm just in the mood.
With your looks and my contacts, we're on cloud nine,
Just one more hit and we will feel fine.
Hey girl, what's with you. You keep falling down,
I feel dopey too, my brains like to drown.
I wonder what they cut the herion with,
Hey, Baby! I can feel your limbs going stiff.
Next morning they found them there on the ground,
OD to the eyeballs, no longer around.
Parents of both are still wondering why,
Their dear children took enough drugs to die.
by George A Brockwell