Poems
Quothe the Addict
Nevermore than once a day
To live it up the faery way
To breathe in smog
And turn out ash
To turn the luxurious
Into the trashed
Quothe the Addict
Nevermore than two days in a row
With dust filled heart beat head to toe
With magic slithering through your veins
With nothing out of your reach to tame
Quothe the Addict
Nevermore than a pinch at a time
Spelt the needle’s liquid rhyme
Spelt on the powder
Spilt on the floor
Quothe the Addict
Nevermore