Take a seat, grab a spoon,
Know you'll get well soon.
Fill it with tar or powder,
Now add a bit of water.
Stirring carefully,
Dissolving lumps steadily.
It has something magical
And is your favourite ritual.
Draw up into a fresh rig.
Find a vein, juicy and big.
Feel the tip slide into the vein,
you know snorting just feels lame.
A plume of blood,
It lets you know
Everything's good,
You're ready to go.
Take a breath and push down.
Get wrapped in a warm blanket,
Which lets you forget
All the troubles you own.
When the receptors are hit,
that rush is pure bliss,
the poppy's sweet kiss.
It has you nodding for a bit.
Than an abrupt wake up,
You stare at an EMT.
Oh fuck!
It was an OD.
Stay safe guys!