How could he ever hope to give up drugs?
They filled him with such intense emotion.
The sense of power they gave him was,
Admittedly, rather subjective
(Ruling the world from under the bedcovers,
Until the milkman arrived
And you thought he was a platoon of stormtroopers
Come to steal your drugs
And splatter your brains across the wall),
But then again life was so subjective.
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