Gosh I am SO sick of people that think that you have noting better to do with your time than gossip about them or come up with ways to make their lives miserable.

I don't CARE enough to waste my time making you miserable!

Okay, done now...

Buh-Bye!

So now, little man...
You have grown tired of grass,
LSD, acid, cocaine, and hash,
And someone pretending to be a true friend, Said:
"I'll introduce you to Miss H*roine."
Well, honey, before you start fooling with me,
Just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave.
I have sent men much stronger than you to their grave.
You think you could never become a disgrace
And end up addicted to poppyseed waste.
So you will start inhaling me one afternoon.
You'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I have entered deep down in your veins,
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You will need lots of money, as you have been told,
For, darling, I am much more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother, and just for a buck,
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm
And feel contentment when I'm in your arms.
The day when you realize the monster you've grown,
You will solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think you have got the mystical knack,
Then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved by my little white grains.
There is no other way and there's no need to look,
For deep down inside you will know you are hooked.
You will desperately run to the pusher and then,
You will welcome me back to your arms once again.
And when you return, just as I foretold,
I know you will give me your body and soul.
You will give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,
And you will be mine
....until death do us part.

---Anonymous

Life Management Under God pgs. 35-36
A Beka Books 2003©