“Powdered Mistress”

 

The prince of powders heroin, may be

but princess cocaine is a deadly she.

 

Together, they let your body soar

and in your head, the rush and the roar.

 

Innocent, white powders they are

but sinister, deadly, and bought from afar.

 

Their end enslavement of you and I

all it takes is a spoon needle and tie.

 

And when you are rushing on your run

we tend to feel, like Jesus' son.

 

Again and again, we spike our arm

oblivious to the falsity of their charm.

 

Their goal is death, make no illusion

and in your life a deadly intrusion.

 

What do I say to prince and princess?

How do I fight their deadly finesse?

 

How can I leave that doomed hall of fame

and put down forever,

King Heroin and Queen Cocaine?

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-Peter