Half a pound
of herion.
Half a pound
of crystal.
That's the way
the tale goes.
Out comes
the evil.
The Mad
Hatter will
guide you,
through your
Drug Wonderland.
Down the
rabbit's hole
and through your
veins the drugs
will run amock.
Through the
looking glass
you go, the
glass used
to create your
line of crack.
The Chesire Cat
smiling sadisticly
just like the
meth in your
system.
Just like the
Queen of Hearts
full of paranoia
you run from
everyone, and judge.
Like Alice
eat the mushrooms.
They will make
you ten stories heigh
or make you
ten inches heigh.
As Alice wakes
up from her dream
you wake up from
your drug dream
to only see that
you are lost again.
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