There’s no business like blow business
Or snow business, although
If you get caught, it is unappealing—
Trafficking’s a risk, that I’ll allow
But succeed big and it beats gram dealing
And you’ll be peeling off grand notes now.

There’s no people like blow people,
They’re high and never low,
Every day they’re snorting they’re bright as a spark,
But when they come down, they’re feeling dark.
“I have gotta have some more!” is the remark:
“Let’s go, on with the blow!”

There’s no business like snow business;
You sell, but indulge? No!
Your pockets, not a syringe, be filling. . .
Monetized, not somatic delight.
Fill the till but do not be arm drilling—
You could be killing yourself some night.

There’s no people like snow people,
When high, they desire low.
Some will try cold turkey, and some will extol
A 12-step program—that is their goal.
Vend it, but don’t send it into an arm hole—
Don’t go for snow or blow.