What it can do

by Lullaby   Nov 26, 2004


I want to introduce myself: My name is meth and my best friend is death. I am injected, smoked and inhaled. When you get caught with me you can get jailed. I cause you to stay up for hours and days. Take me for awhile and ill make you change your ways. Ill make you lie and steal. Sometimes I can be taken or -ally by being made into a pill. I am made with ephedrine, acid, sometimes Drano and other house hold ingredients. The people who make me or sometimes nitwits, they only make me so they don't have to buy me. They start going paranoid and all their friends and family they try to avoid. I know I have won. The sores and scabs are the last thing to show. The voices that start talking in their heads. After waking and getting out of bed. This little poem is all about me and that's all that is going to be said. So listen to me carefully, or you will be dead. Unless you listen to me and open your eyes and see, that I can slowly cook you inside. So I don't have anything to hide. So listen to me so I know you will abide. Don't use me or any other drugs because after long term use they can turn you into mental slugs. And then you start seeing bugs. Thank you for listening, you have been so kind. From now on use something else to get high and unwind. Before I go if anyone asks. Get some help before hiding behind that mask. Because I kill. DON'T USE DRUGS!
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