This is one of my poemz………
Life of an addict: 2 hurt is my purpose I’m blinded by pleasure, I’m constantly searchin…. The flick of a Bic lighter gives a flash of satisfaction but when I don’t have one I use matches; same cycle round and round we go; let’s go again I aint learned yet I don’t care I feel worthless; I’m adddicted at it again this siccness gots me wishing I never existed; I’m a patient I’m a physician patiently waitin 4 my prescription; another blast from this rig, pipe, drank, line, pill, or syringe; it’s all the same thang…..LIFE OF AN ADDICT…..