No Contrition
Be gone coffee
and alcohol guy rejecting the drug sly
Story
that weed is the new conventional high
Made kewl
by those with agendas to fly
Not an
entry level at all they say, but a means to create to the sky
Come
young one with self-esteem merely a dream
Take my
hand and look into my eyes with their friendly gleam
You won’t
see the other while it gently stabs you in the back
You won’t
bleed or cry but smile and orgasm your mind in MY attack
Watch and
wait to see them now trudge for their sludge-kins
Names
that for them have become fashion brands ending with “ins”
Ritalin,
Oxycontin, heroin and coca-ins
Tragedy
from that malady of destruction, now all lost little virgins
Green’s
the color that transfers death without discrimination
Death the
ultimate logical conclusion of drug sanctification
Glamorization
the sinful delivery by aesthetics of this Californication
Earned
guilt the powerless justification for damnation
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