HOPE FOR THE ADDICT II

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From North, south, east and west
Wherein I was pilgrimage through the smooth coal tar
All was going well
Until I decided to get a master.
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My master won’t allow me rest until I had much of him
He won’t allow me be
Until I have the last drip.
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At first it was fun
Drinking and smoking
I was on top of the world
I was a viking
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But things went sour
Between life’s race
Before the clock chymes four
I would always be disgraced.
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It was an addiction
It became part of me
It blocked my life’s ambition
It took away that golden future from me
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I became a fool
Who found solace in  murky water
A furnished room, water bed, thermocool
Oh!, how else could life bit by so sweet.
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I didn’t know I was dying
My master never cared
He told me he’s too dear to be forsaken
He’ll always be there.
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My spirit is broken
Into innumerable pieces
Life of an addict is full of derangement
Don’t make my master your master.
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@ #modestpoetry
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