So, little man, you've grown tired of grass, e's, 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 into your veins the craving will drive you…
- Analysis of the Poem "My Voice" by Sir Oscar Wilde
- Heroin poem
- Poem "Better Life"
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