Heroin
By Hope
Behold my friend I am HEROIN
Known to all as the destroyer of men.
From where I come nobody knows,
far away places where poppies grow.
I came into this country without getting caught,
and now every day I am hunted and sought.
Whole nations have gathered to plan my destruction,
they call me a breeder of crime and corruption.
I am more deadly than whiskey, more deadly than wine,
hence I am known as the scourge of mankind.
I come in a powder that's nothing but waste,
I look soft and fluffy, and bitter to taste.
I am brown, I am white, but deadly to use,
and once you're addicted, I really abuse.
I have friends in Thailand, Iraq and Iran,
I am welcome in Turkey and have been to Japan.
In cellophane wraps I soon make my way
to men in their offices and children at play.
From heads of state to the lowest of scum,
I give you my word, they'll be under my thumb.
I will take a rich man and make him poor,
and I will take a virgin and make her a *****.
I will make you selfish and fill you with greed,
regardless of color, religion or creed.
My gift is illusion, my blessing is fake.
Death and destruction follow my wake.
I am the kiss of death to all that I touch,
I start as a gift and end as a crutch.
My friends are many, but I'm loyal to none,
I've come to destroy and my work will be done.
Foolish men think I'm merely a toy,
wise men know I mean to destroy.
Run for me if you like, for I will never chase,
for sooner or later you'll return for a taste.
Once in your bloodstream you will think I'm not mean,
You'll praise me as a master, nod in a dream.
You have heard my warnings, but will not take heed,
put your foot in the stirrup and mount this great steed,
get right in the saddle and hold on real well
for the great horse of HEROIN will take you to HELL!!!
King Heroin Is My Sheperd, I Shall Always Want
King Heroin is my shepherd, I shall shall always want.
He maketh me to lie down in the gutters.
He leadeth me beside the troubled waters.
He destroyeth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of wickedness.
Yea, I shall walk through the valley of poverty and will fear no evil for thou, Heroin, art with me.
Thy needle and thy capsule comfort me.
Thou strippest the table of groceries in the presence of my family.
Thou robbest my head of reason. My cup of sorrow runneth over.
Surely heroin addiction shall stalk me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the damned forever.
This appeared in Ann Landers' column. The twisted rewording of the beloved 23rd Psalm was found in a car with the body of a 23 year old woman, whose death was ruled a suicide from a hookup with the car's exhaust pipe. Also found was the following letter from the woman:
Jail didn't cure me. Nor did hospitalization help me for long. The doctor told my family it would have been better, and indeed kinder, if the person who got me hooked on dope had taken a gun and blown my brains out. And I wish to God he had.
King Heroin is my shepherd, I shall shall always want.
He maketh me to lie down in the gutters.
He leadeth me beside the troubled waters.
He destroyeth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of wickedness.
Yea, I shall walk through the valley of poverty and will fear no evil for thou, Heroin, art with me.
Thy needle and thy capsule comfort me.
Thou strippest the table of groceries in the presence of my family.
Thou robbest my head of reason. My cup of sorrow runneth over.
Surely heroin addiction shall stalk me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the damned forever.
This appeared in Ann Landers' column. The twisted rewording of the beloved 23rd Psalm was found in a car with the body of a 23 year old woman, whose death was ruled a suicide from a hookup with the car's exhaust pipe. Also found was the following letter from the woman:
Jail didn't cure me. Nor did hospitalization help me for long. The doctor told my family it would have been better, and indeed kinder, if the person who got me hooked on dope had taken a gun and blown my brains out. And I wish to God he had.
tryintohelp:
i love these poems, and im going to showe my dad. thank you.
nikki
i love these poems, and im going to showe my dad. thank you.
nikki
