.......I, Dope Fiend Poem by NikMorgan ...

If looks could kill
I’d be a long time dead
Comfortable means not trying to impress
I’ve never wanted to be a contender
I swapped my red mist for a purple haze

I like to start the day on a high
A herbal breakfast means questions for lunch
It’s so easy to think yourself in trouble
If freedoms key
Then inhibitions lock
Holding back with chains of tedium

Roll up, roll up
Roll away, with sweet Mary-Jane
The sense temptress
Like a libertine flare
Glowing amber
Smoke and spirit rising
Stress turns to ash to fall
It’s nice being Mr Nice

You might think me short-sighted
Cause all I see is peripheral vision
My eyes might be red-up
Though my outlook's sincere
I just want to be