Chapter 107: 107 - Junkie

Poems for Good MeasureWords: 313

I need a shot in the arm on demand

Take sobriety right out of my hand

Too high to celebrate with all my fears

Be a junkie for the rest of my years

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Speed is what I need on this slow evening

When life doesn't seem to move with the times

Bring me a dime to fuel up my crimes

Dive in bed and live no more by morning