A little down? Huff meth, my friend,
And still thou wilst never lie.
Just snort it deep, thou wilst not sleep,
With thy dilated eyes.
Now in the kitchen shineth
The phosphorescent light.
The dope, don't fear, is cooked and clear—
There's meth in thee tonight.

Yes, one time thou wast married
To the woman thou loved.
She weeped because you were a creep,
And then out thou wast shoved.
The morning found thee nestled
In a pile of wet earth,
Curled in fetal positioning,
Like thou had before birth.

How violently, how violently
Thou craved some past thy septum.
Though it would cause a racing heart,
'Twould feeleth just like heaven.
Thou fear'st withdrawal coming,
And thou hast itchy skin.
Thou thinkst of building thee a still
So thou canst distill gin.

Thou art holding no meth, my friend—
To stuff into thy face.
Why's methedrine labeled a sin
And made a federal case,
Thou ask, when the effects are,
Thou thinkst, ephemeral?
They'll even bust you for some dust
That's just ephederal