My! how he loves crack cocaine and crystal meth,
Opening so many gateways to joy,
Ones that he loves to inject and employ.
So sharp the needle one must catch his breath,
And falls back onto the cot limp from death.
The man was lanky and melanochroi,
Tall and smart looking twas a college boy,
How sad his life was; he was living death.
His girlfriend arrived and thought him asleep,
But seeing the glint of the steel needle,
She screamed as though looking at death himself.
She picked up the cause for eternal sleep,
And from her throat burst a brutal creedal,
To kill the bane of her life, death itself.