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What? Why?
By Mona Lease

Hi, all!! With another overdose in Greenville - sigh - I am submitting the following for you readers to consider. Close friends of mine are burying a child, brother, son and Dad - as I pen this.

                               Miss Heroin

     So now, Little Man, you've grown tired of grass
     LSD, Acid, Cocaine and Hash.
     And someone pretending to be a true friend
     Said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin..."

         Well, Honey, before you start fooling with me
         Just let me inform you of how it will be.
         For I will seduce you and make you my slave
         I've sent men much stronger than you to their grave.
     You think you could never become a disgrace
     And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
     So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon
     You'll take me into your arms very soon.
         And once I have entered deep into your veins
         The craving will nearly drive you insane.
         You'll need lots of money (as you have been told)
         For Darling, I'm much more expensive than gold.
     You'll swindle your Mother and just for a buck
     You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
     You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm
      And feel contentment when I'm in your arm.
         The day when you realize the monster you've grown
         You'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
          If you think that you've got the mystical knack
          Then Sweetie, just try getting me off of your back.
       The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots
       The jangling nerves, screaming for just one more shot.
       The hot chills, the cold sweats, the withdrawal pains
       Can only be saved by my little white grains.
          There's no other way and no need to look
           For deep down inside you, will know you are hooked.
           You'll desperately run to the pusher and then
           You'll welcome me back to your arms once again.
        And when you return (just as I foretold)
        I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
        You'll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart
        And you will be mine, until DEATH DO US PART.

                              Marion Indiana News  March 24, 2016

     Remember the kiddies and our service people. Take good care of the furry and feathered ones out there. Be safe and healthy. See ya next time. Ever Toodles!! MONA



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