Nicotine

_cough cough cough_

Pills, love-potions, strychnine, now I swallow the love.

Chemicals and nicotine inside of my lungs.

I'm begging, I'm pleading, pretty-pleasing take my edge off.

I'm praying, I'm feining, shouting-screaming from a ledge off.

The smoke smells so exotic, I swear it's nothing I can pledge off.

My first hit felt like Sonic, though I'm human, I'm no hedgehog.

Poison-berry Mercury's most favorable buzz.

Dramamine and nicotine, head's favorite drugs.

I'm recruiting, just how soothing, shooting you through my veins.

I swear, be truthful, young, and youthful, blowing you out my brains.

You taste erotic, supersonic, breakfast, lunch, and dinner for days.

Suicide by Cyanide poisoning lives away.

The truth isn't a benzo, but hard to swallow that pill.

Nicotine withdrawal is going in for this kill.

I go from warm to fuzzy, then from shallow to stiff.

Maybe I will make it, but that's only an if.

Cigarettes, rat poison, toxic are my habits of vice.

If I die, donate my body, but just keep me on ice.

I’m aching, I’m not faking that I need my meds, I’m desperate.

I’ve been lately, for God’s-saking, shaking for my next hit.

The nicotine is God-sent, and I can finally concentrate.

It’s no good for me, still every time I contemplate.

My nerves are made of steel but now they seem to aggravate.

Lung cancer looks like nicotine with tiny bits of acetate.

_cough cough cough cough cough_