My Secret Stash

by John Bowlby   Dec 1, 2005


I open my drawer,
Looking for more.
All run out of cash,
Used on my secret stash.

Should I smoke some weed?
Take a whiff of the poppy seed?
Or should I take some crack?
And get a little whack?

Cocaine,
It's insane.
Speed,
Does the deed.

LSD?
Ecstasy?
Meth?
Death.

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