I WAS AN OPIUM ADDICT
I was an opium addict
In a former life
I know . . .
the smells
the feel
the taste
the life
They lead in the dens.
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God save me from paregoric
Which they used to sell in stores
And save me, please, from laudanum
Which used to treat our sores.
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Don't want to get tricked
By the opium flower
Don't want no
Opium Wars
Not in my backyard.
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Keep me from the poppy-juice
the joints
the Tongs
the huddling
Over a pipe
Warmed by a stove
In my bunk
Pigtailed
Bamboo slippers
Eyes glassy and gone.
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Lord God
Please save me
Save me
From such a fate as this.
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