White is not always Pure

A card in one hand to do what I do,
chopping away for a pure line or two.
I know not its origin or where it was cut,
its journey to me, as sweet as a nut.
Of all drug wars, faraway,
not affecting me, I just want to play.

The feeling inside as it reaches my brain,
I can stay focused, I know no pain.
Drinking past drunk nor staggering around,
beyond happy with this drug I have found.
Laughing and joking all over the place,
I feel I could take on the whole human race.

A card in one hand to do what I do,
chopping away for a pure line or two.
I know not its origin or where it was cut,
its journey to me, as sweet as a nut.
Of all drug wars, faraway,
don’t affect me, I just want to play.

Waking angry, weary and dry,
I look at myself and just want to cry.
The confidence is waning, plain to see,
find one more line, just let me be.
Quit I will, soon—one week,
It’s not a habit, I am no freak.

A card in one hand to do what I do,
chopping away for a pure line or two.
I know not its origin or where it was cut,
its journey to me, as sweet as a nut.
Of all drug wars, faraway,
don’t affect me, I just want to play.

Working was easy, now it is hard,
I’ll just have to live on the credit card.
A few days break; it is what I need,
stay off the coke and then I’m freed.
Sleeping is harder, tension is rife,
my oh my, is this my life.

A card in one hand to do what I do,
chopping away for a pure line or two.
I know not its origin or where it was cut,
its journey to me, as sweet as a nut.
Of all drug wars, faraway,
don’t affect me, I just want to play.

It’s becoming quite expensive, this drug of choice,
unable to stop it, not with my voice.
One hundred pound daily, climbing steep,
unable to halt, I’m in too deep.
Nowhere to hide and no-one to tell,
I owe the dealer a debt as well.

A card in one hand to do what I do,
chopping away for a pure line or two.
I know not its origin or where it was cut,
its journey to me, as sweet as a nut.
Of all drug wars, faraway,
don’t affect me, I just want to play.

My nose is bleeding, happening all the time,
I try not to think, that’s no crime.
My gums swollen, red and raw,
face hurting and grinding my jaw .
I know I will loose my septum one day,
hoping not now—this I pray.

A card in one hand to do what I do,
chopping away for a pure line or two.
I know not its origin or where it was cut,
its journey to me, as sweet as a nut.
Of all drug wars, faraway,
don’t affect me, I just want to play.