I take my dope with breakfast every day:
A little fix to help me on my way.
Elevenses, I’ll have another hit,
But just enough to perk me up a bit.
My dealer’s on the High Street over lunch:
He’s got the good shit, so I buy a bunch,
And dose myself throughout the afternoon,
With little grains of heaven on a spoon.
The gear I take is pretty pure and strong,
And psychoactive – but for not that long.
I know that it could kill me, but so what?
I’d have to take an awful fucking lot!
As to dependence, I’m not “hooked on drugs”:
It’s not addiction if it comes in mugs.