Re: Miss Heroine
I read this poem back in high school. Could anyone tell me if they know where I may find the complete poem or the author...or if anyone's even heard of it before....here goes:
So now, little man
You've grown tired of grass.
cocaine and hash.
And someone pretending
To be a true friend
Said ,"I'll introduce you
To Miss Heroin."
Well, honey, before youstart fooling with me
Just let me inform you
of how it will be.
For I will seduce you
and make you my slave
I've sent men much stronger
Than you to their graves.
You think you could never
become a disgrace
And end up addicted
To poppyseed waste?
You'll swindle your mother
and just for a buck
you'll turn into something
vile and corrupt.
the withdrawal pains
can only be saved
by my little white grains
you'll desperately run
to the pusher, and then
you'll welcome me back
in your arms once again.
Hi! i'm doing a novel this term at school based on drug abuse and my english teacher gave us this poem as an example, it was anonymously submitted to Dolly magazine in the 1980s as far as i know:
so now little man you've gone tired of grass,
all that damn acid, that cocaine and hash.
and someone pretending that he is your friend
said "i'll introduce you to miss heroine".
well honey before you start fooling with me.
just let me tell you how it will be.
for i will seduce you and make you my slave
believe me i've seen stronger men to their grave.
you think you could never become a disgrace
and end up addicted to poppy seed waste
you'll start experimenting one afternoon
and end up asleep in my arms very soon
then once i have entered into your veins
the cravung will drive you nearly insane
you'll need lots of money as you ahve been told
for darling, i'm more expensive than gold
you'll swindle your mother for a buck
and turn into someone who's vile and corrupt
you'll mug and you'll steal for the narcotic charms
then feel so content when i'm in your arms
then you'll realise the monster inside you has grown
and you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone
but if you think it's easy and that you've got the knack
then sweetie just try getting me off your back
the vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot
the jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot
the hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains
can only be saved by my little white grains
so now you return (just as i foretold)
and i know you'll give me your body and soul
you'll give me your morals, your concience, you heart
and now you're mine till death do us part.
Anonymous, 1986 (or something)
Hope that helped!