Hi, here is a dark poem about cocaine

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

One where I rail powdered snow

In my fantasy I feel wired

As I bang that Christmassy blow

 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

In my mind my choice is sure

In this dream of mine I cut lines

That can’t be more than 10% pure

 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

One where I’m too hot, then too cold

And when I catch my reflection in the glass

I can’t see my face is getting old

 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

One where I used to touch the sky

I felt good, I felt safe, I felt loved

Now forever chasing that high

 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

One where I never felt tempted by coke.

Because via popular media, I grew up

Seeing drug use treated like a joke.

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