People Peddling Poison
Camouflaged as a spice.
People peddling poison
Amphetamines and ice
Dealing with deadly drugs
Camouflaged as a spice.
And the gangs of gangsters
Hard standover men
Threatening debts with death
If you don’t pay up when.
Addicts in an abyss
Down the drain, they go
A mad race to the bottom
A woe most never, know.
Memory becomes a mystery
Masking out the pain
Destroying all resources
Good lives down the drain.
Unsanctioned salts of subtlety
Missing confidence
Fractions of futility
Makes no common sense.
It could be your brother
Mother sister or spouse
Or a friend that can bend
Your mind inside your house.
Poison there to moisten
The mist before my eyes
Cower in the shower
Counting, up the lies.
Poison in the parcel
Wrapped in ribbons and bows
What’s inside the present
I know nobody knows.
©
David Rudder
2022
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