Drugs are tricksters.
Drugs are imps. They’ll tickle you.
They’ll mess with your head. They’ll stare you down
and win. Drugs are hostile
with a smile. They’ll make you cringe. They’ll make you laugh
with a knife menacing your back. Drugs are punks.
Drugs are demons. They are
brothers with no compassion, sisters with no remorse.
Drugs remember. Drugs forget.
They stink, they lie, they cheat. Drugs
are the epitome of deceit.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books