ADDICTED KILLER

I am an addict

Addict to cancer Pipes
And I think of myself

I have an uncertain life

O! risky, I love it

With alcoholic whiskey pecks

Brown Sugar and coo-kins are my friend

But I really hate those medical checks

I see twinkling stars even on the day

So joy staking my life

Alone in the forest, drains and river banks

I find myself happiest with the dendrites

Pains of the syringe are nothing to me 

As I have swallowed all pains given to me

By those hell society, family and even my life

I even cruse to my fortune with children and wife

I know and I am known to AIDS

I know and I am known to Hepatitis B

But I damn and say now

Oh! which new brandy are those fatal disease

Though I am in a sort of maze

I visit the whole universe at a time

This is how I am addicted

And the profession now has become a killer-ism

Addicted Killer-ism