Powder

I woke up today
Scared of what lay in wait
Wish it all away
Wished too late

Stuck here in my misery
Looking for a solution
Drinking, smoking thirty three
My much needed pollution

Then I crush up my sedative
And I snort it like coke
No longer am I negative
I can laugh and joke

Oh sweet powder, my cure
Not illegal, on prescription
So white, so pure
My brand new addiction

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