MARRIAGE
CREED
By An
Anonymous Addict
So now,
Little Man, you've grown tired of grass,
L.S.D, goof
balls, 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 graves.
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 down in 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 your back.
The vomit
the cramps your gut tied in a knot,
The jangling
nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot
chills and cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be
saved by my little white grains.
There's no
other way, and there's no need to look;
For deep
down inside, you will know you're 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
up your morals, your conscience, your heart,
And you will be mine until