Colombian Marching Powder

When i was out drinking No matter the day of the week After my first pint Into the toilet cubicle, i would sneak While in there i would partake in a pure white line of beak And that would set me up for many a more trip So for the Colombian marching powder, my will to stop was far too weak Time after time i snorted pure line after line And up my nose, it would go for the more coc you took The more booze you could sup Like a merry go round, i would go If in the pub toilet cubical you took a peek You would find it three people deep For it seemed like the whole pub was on the pure white beak so time after time People would queue up inline And one after another Into the cubical they would go The man with the supply was a very happy guy And i know why For each night his wealth would grow After the pubs closing time Party people would want more of the pure white line Then back to someone's house, they would march And right through the night They would snort the pure Colombian white And when they run out dry Without a doubt, one of them would have to go Colombian marching To get more pure snow white So they could snort the beak well after dawn light This is the way i was before i was incarcerated in the private secure psychiatric hospital, after the 3 years i spent in the hospital besides how nice everyone was i wouldn't risk my mental health nurse finding out about something so bad she could recall me but i now just like a six-pack of beer and that will do me because when you are on the coke you don't realise the damage it is doing to your physical and mental health and causing your family to worry

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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