This is possibly the most famous heroin poem of all time. Many have claimed to be its author, over two decades, with some likelihood the author was a cop in England in the 1980s who personally saw some of the havoc created by heavy smack use.
So now little man, you’ve grown tired of grass
All that damn acid, that cocaine and hash
And someone pretending that he is your friend,
Said “I’ve introduced you to Miss Heroin”.
Well honey, before you start fooling with me
Just let me tell you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
Believe me I’ve sent stronger men to the grave.
You think you could never become a disgrace,
And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
You start experimenting one afternoon,
And end asleep in my arms very soon.
Then once I have entered deep in your veins,
The craving will drive you nearly insane.
You’ll need lots of money as you have been told,
For darling I’m more expensive than gold.
You’ll swindle your mother, just for a buck,
And turn into someone who’s vile and corrupt.
You’ll mug and you’ll steal for the narcotic charms,
Then feel so content when I’m in your arms.
Then you’ll realise the monster inside you has grown,
And you’ll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
But if you think that it’s easy and you’ve got the knack,
Then sweetie, try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot chill, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be sawed by my white little grains.
So now you return (just as I foretold),
And I know that you’ll give me your body and soul.
You’ll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart,
And now you are mine till death do us part!
- Source unknown
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