She's the Drug

by

Chanchal Vyas

Don't talk drugs to her,

She is the drug.

She is a weed so organic

Your dopamine levels raised this high.

First you pretend to laugh

And then you go to cry.

She is the flavor of cigarettes -

The hit of nicotine -

The ways you smoke puffs

Of stresses, along with caffeine.

She is the rush of adrenaline -

The feeling of euphoria,

That makes you dance

On clouds of hysteria.

She is all those martinis -

The mystical red wines -

Those fizzy alcohols,

Feel down the magical rhymes.

She is the buzz and the trip,

Heroin cocaine crystal meth

The impulse, the numbness,

So bad for your health.

She is a cosmos of fantasy

Damage to your living

Driving you high on ecstasy

As equivalent to killing.

She is all the drugs you'll ever need.

She is the after effect of drugs.

Don't talk drugs to her

She is the drug.

SHE'S THE DRUG

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