GOLDEN BROWN

The brown powder.

Brown sugar.

Leaves the heart fond.

And golden brown.

Removes all that frown.

Fear not .

The stigma.

Steriotypical.

Judgemental.

Of this tit for tat.

Opiates are pure.

Heaven like.

The euphoric rush.

The once emotionaly crippled.

Stands once again.

Whilst under the hypnotic charm.

Of poppy seed waste.

Poppy seed waste, why waste it.

The beauty of a narc .

With such flawless beauty.

And charm.

For this powder.

Shall charm.

And induce all that cause it strife.

Forget the wife playing away.

The pain & misery.

Of every day life.

Anxiety, anger, loneliness.

To many jump the gun,.

And run,run,run.

From what.

YOU do or you dont.

But trust me.

I see the blaming,

Cursing, the pain and suffering.

Of mis-use.

"Look what that shit did to me".

Says the man with one leg.

No, no and know this.

You did that to yourself.

Golden brown doesnt call you .

 

Begging you to take her in your arms.

OR IN YOUR CASE UR LEG.

You shot yourself.

Time after time.

Using filthy pins.

To ease your pain.

And still you blame.

A piece of brown powder.