Cocaine Dreams (Don'T Touch The Monkey) Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Beams of light spill from under the doorway
And they know what you've come here to do
No one would dare to confront you
But you feel their pity radiating as you brush
Cocaine Dreams from your skirt
You've a lot going on as of late
A drink just won't cut it anymore
You've got to have something to believe in
Those Cocaine Dreams will never leave your side
Like a monkey on your back
Always clamoring for more
No one would dare to save you
For you're already too far gone
And the only one still in the dark is you
Brush those Cocaine Dreams from your skirt
And pretend you can stop at any time
You're not addicted; it's addicted to you.