A PASSION FOR POPPIES

Grab a plug mid afternoon.
Pile that shit up like a dune.
I don't know but I've been told,
opium makes liquid gold.
The stuff that swims atop my spoon,
will all be in my system soon.
Looking forward to my next hit.
I don't like waiting not one bit.
The holes I put in my own arm,
are not that bad, it's not much harm.
Needle drugs are not so bad.
The best times that I ever had.
It's reputation makes me sad.
A secret kept from mum and dad.
If they knew, how would they be?
Not too well I guarantee.
I don't pursue a life of crime,
my hobbies don't allow for time.
But lets get back to the spoon at hand.
The greatest fluid in this land.
I'm pretty keen to try new things.
But morphine's best, it gives me wings.
I love my drugs, I must confess,
without which I would be a mess.
It might just kill me, I don't care.
I won't be back, which seems unfair.
I've often heard that more is less.
To me that is poetic mess.
I won't O.D. I wouldn't dare.
Could I still die with doctors there?
The tallest poppies can't be stopped.
A morphine fix just can't be topped.
I say I'll quit the shit one day.
But that's a lie, I never may.
I like the shit too much to stop.
And I don't care if you're a cop.
I'm feeling sick, it must be time.
It's such a shame that it's a crime.
As I prepare a scheduled dose,
I know some people think it's gross.
But if you tried it once or twice,
you won't look back, it's just too nice.
It's been too long to just decide.
These facts I can no longer hide.
I wouldn't recommend this life.
I have no family, kids or wife.
If you can help, here's what to do.
I need that script prescribed to you.
I will take anything I can.
It doesn't mean I'm not a man.
I try to think what else to say.
Morphine helps to make my day.
Caffeine is a drug you know.
It shits me how people think no.
It's no ones problem what I do,
I'm having fun and so should you.
My message here in this last verse:
LIFE AINT BAD, IT COULD BE WORSE.

JoN.
24th - Oct - 2007