Hash or Heroin

Poppies are herbal too, Tigger, but at least your herbal won't kill you. :)


Hashish is cool, but I am a nug bug.
 
Behold my friend, I am Heroin

Known by all as the destroyer of men ... From where I came, no one knows
A far away place where the poppies grow ...

I came to this country without getting caught
And since that day I have been hunted and sought ...
Whole nations have gathered to plot my destructio They call me the breeder of crime and corruption ...

I am more potent than whisky, more deadly than wine,
Yes, I am the scourge of all mankind ...
My little white grains are nothing but waste,
I am soft and fluffy and bitter to taste ...

I am white, I am brown, but deadly to use,
For once you're addicted, I really abuse ...
I am known in Thailand, Iraq and Iran,
I am welcome in Turkey and have been to Japan ...

In cellophane bags I make my way,
To men in offices and children at play ...
From Heads of States to the lowest bum,
From the richest estate to the lowest of scum ...

I take a rich man and make him poor,
I take a maiden and make her a whore ...
Make a beautiful woman forget her looks,
And Make a student forget his books ...

I can make you steel, lie, borrow and beg,
Then search for a vein in your arm or your leg ...
I am known to be selfish and can fill you with greed
Still faceless, regardless of religion or creed ...

My gift is illusion, my blessing is fake,
Death and destruction follow my wake ...
I am the Kiss of Death to all whom I touch,
I start as a gift and remain as a crutch ...

My friends are many, but I am loyal to none,
I come to destroy, my work will be done ...
Some think of me as merely a toy,
But wise men know I aim to destroy ...

Run from me if you wish, I will never give chase,
For sooner or later you will return for a taste ...
Once in your bloodstream, you'll think me not mean
You will praise me as Master, then nod in a dream ...

You have heard my warning but will take no heed,
Put your foot in the stirrup, mount this great steed
Get right in the saddle and hold on real well,
For the `White Horse' heroin will take you to HELL.

~Poem found amongst the possessions of a heroin addict~
 
My call would be Heroin. Admittedly its the one I never tried but I would humbly submit that better music has been written about it or while under the influence if it.
 
That Sweet Smelling Rock

If Asked, My Favorite Smell Would HAVE Ta Be Hashish.

AND, The Ritual Of Hash Smoking Was Too Cool!


I Have Always Wanted To Feel "The Nod" Of A Heroin High, But Was ( THANK GOODNESS!) Much Too Frightened. All I Had To Do Was See Sid & Nancy When I Was Like, 12. Fun To Dream. Not So Fun To Live.

Heroin Opens Up That Grand Creative Space In Your Brain, But Alas! Makes You Stupid Enough To Poison Yourself Repedietly.

The Drug Of Joy! http://opioids.com/red.html

GR, NugBug? LOL

Perhaps I'll Just Jaunt On Down To The Local Drug Dealer & Purchase A Spiffy Brick Of Gold Seal For A Lovley Batch Of Brownies! :) :) :)http://www.hashish.net/history/index.html

[Edited by RudeNastyAssBitch on 05-26-2001 at 02:15 AM]
 
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